As we can see here on Hverfisgata In Reykjavik, they’re all ghosts stories and the Icelanders are the ghosts within books their parents read, or they read when they were young themselves.
As you can see, the relationships between technology, Icelanders, and time is haunting and complex. It’s a language in and of itself.
Who else do you know who lives so deeply within books that they have a transit system within them?
Reykjavik: always worth a read!
No straying outside of the lines here! Out on the farm, though? Well, yee-ha!
Maybe it has something to do with a love of books in the city. Used books.
And their rural versions: sheep folds.
Doubt it? Look again! Doesn’t look like a window anymore, does it:
It looks like Iceland: fields, folds, and books in one.
What you can learn in a bookstore window will often change your life.