Where on Pandora would you like to go frist?

The problem with driving around Iceland is that you’re basically confronted by a new soul-enriching, breath-taking, life-affirming natural sight every five goddamn minutes. It’s totally exhausting. This pass, however, really did bowl us all over. You come down the highway through the mountains and the road runs to the valley floor. By some awesome

There are living rocks up there as there are down here, and the dark spaces between the stars are not a vacuum, but solid lands that have mass and sentience, reflecting places and times on earth. I can see the pattern—right up until the point I try to write it down, when it disappears like smoke.