Iceland

I think I left a small piece of myself near Vík. Not in a sad way. In a way where the country took it with my permission.

Iceland is the only landscape I have ever stood in that made me feel like a tourist of the planet itself. The basalt columns at Reynisfjara. The black sand. The wind that picks you up and asks you what you think you are doing.

I drove the Ring Road in eleven days. I think I will be processing it for eleven years. There is a particular quality of light at midnight in July that I have not yet found anywhere else, and I have been looking.