Imported procedures aren’t always the answer.

SR = Stuff Rusts
Deal with it.
They call gravity a fell here, or a fall. Often both at the same time.
You can’t escaping falls. The experience of gravity below is an example of what is called a hike. Anything less than this is called a walk. Don’t confuse the two.
Below is a walk. Walks are wet. But gravity is a compensation! It’s good to keep your eye on it. Practice makes perfect.

In Reykjavik, gravity is still at work. I mean, the pot-smoking graffiti artists of Rome and New York and …? … aren’t issued ladders at customs. As a result, they walk from ground level.

Icelandic workers are better equipped to defy gravity.
They’ve been hiking, see. They know about falls. They’re everywhere. You can even fall off a road into the sea here.
Better get in some practice at balance. Off you go!
Two friends and street buskers, a sandwich board and a shopping cart hanging around on Lækjargata, waiting for tourists, have a chat while hoping one of the cash-flush foreigners will stop.
It’s a hard life, with only your imported self and a Jysk table for a lure, but it’s a living, eh. It is, indeed.
Volcanic crystals plus water equals islands everywhere.



Well, OK, wind and sand, too. In that case, they make water and the stones in water. These are deep patterns.
Even volcanic gasses and earth. In that cases, there are islands of air.

Life follows the same patterns.
So do dwarf stones.
And humans? Well, look.
Even when you don’t expect it, there it is.
You can never hide in Iceland.