It was late in the day on August 19. I was somewhere on Route 35 in the interior of Iceland, heading towards the Langjokull glacier, nearly as far as I could go with my small car...
I was a little uneasy here; unusual, because I felt so safe alone in Iceland. The clouds were building, it was dead silent, there was no one around. The landscape was vast, monochrome.
My mind was there and here, here and there. My mind never shut off, and emotions ran high. My silent joke with myself was that my emotions were changing as rapidly as the Icelandic weather....
I stood in the silence, I shot some film in the rain.
August 19 was a full day... that evening, I checked into to my hostel in Laugarvatn. Every transition to a new sleeping space was more overwhelming than it should have been...
I walked to the Fontana geothermal baths once I settled in. It was harder to relax than I wanted it to be. I imagined alternative realities where the there and the here were side by side in the water. I ate some dinner, I went to sleep.
...I woke up the next morning, the 20th, from a vivid dream. I read now what I wrote about it then and my head hurts. I went to breakfast, I shot
some images as part of my morning practice. I drove away...
