Limited coverage of the protests in Turkey, and none in Brazil. Not that anyone in America would honestly care. They’d stare at the TV or computer screen with a blank stare. Like they do with everything else.
Reminds me of the area the cabin K and I stayed.
Damn. What a fantastic basketball game that was. Once you get over Lebron James constant pouting, that is.
E and B think I should be (ha) a sports writer or commentator. Where is the sign up sheet?
Sigur Ros, the band of 10 minute musical landscapes, a cello bow, and Icelandic vocals released their new album today. My fucking god it is wondrous.
“The trouble with fashions is you want to fuck the women in their fashions but when the time comes they always take them off so they don’t get wrinkled.
Face it, the really great fucks in a man’s life was when there was no time to take yr clothes off, you were too hot and she was too hot - none of yr Bohemian leisure, this was middleclass explosions against snowbanks, against walls of shithouses in attics, on sudden couches in the lobby -
Talk about yr hot peace.”
Next to the waterfall in Boone, in a hayfield of Winnabow, a hostel in Reykjavik. Passion, not purpose, a fusion of two into one.
Why sleep? Life is far more exciting.
“Tomorrow, tomorrow! Ever on the ‘morrow!
The motto of my generation.
How forlorn and craven,
this notion of heaven.”
Today I worked out for the first time in a month. Run half a mile, do some lunges, squats, pushups, run another half-mile, repeat. Until my lungs gave out. It felt marvelous. I actually weigh less now than I did a month ago. It has everything to do with the extensive walking and smaller portion sizes from my travels.
For long periods of time during my final semester of college, running, training for my half-marathon, was the only action that gave me peace of mind. Where all emotion fades away and only your thoughts are left. Thoughts, memories you lose yourself in, but feel nothing for them. It’s a side effect of a runners high, or in my case usually, the pain of long distance running.
Nowadays, my mind, my heart, my soul has found peace. The desire to explore and escape the world at home drove me to travel. And somewhere along the way peace found me. Or at least the final piece of the puzzle, the final piece needing to be let go, washed away.
It was in Iceland an understanding of this peace, an understanding of life enveloped the mind and soul. Standing on the beach in Vik i Mydral, rain pouring down, wind roaring past, waves crashing to shore. My senses overwhelmed, eyes closed against the stinging rain, it was all insane- nirvana bathed my soul in glowing warm light and I laughed. The madness, the absurdity of life, fueled my hysterics. A white blank page, unwritten and finite- how absurd to think of life as anything but! Life is but a dream, the gayest and oddest of them all.
Passion, adventure, and love- the fires burning in my heart. Fires burning, fueling my desire to live. To witness, to experience, to hear, all there is in this too-big world. To let my soul explode with ecstasy, the ecstasy of life! I found peace and there is nowhere to go now, but everywhere.
We agreed to live madly, to let the intense roar of love consume and carry us up, up, into the clouds where we’d rest our heads.
I love writing letters to people. Picked up about 10 or so people to write too while I’ve been traveling.
I fly back home Thursday. My heart is sad already to be so close to leaving.
Katie told me yesterday she’d be picking me up from the airport. My heart won’t be quite as sad after leaving Iceland when I see her. And there is some surprise road trip happening right after I land. No idea where to.
I have a beard. Or something like that.
Ive been writing lately using no punctuation its a technique jack k used the reason being youre forced to read what is written as it is written in one long line the meaning of what I write is how it is meant no secret messages or convoluted meanings placed within sentence structure the words flow easier this way but wouldn’t you agree its damn hard to follow at least initially
First Night in Reykjavik
There is no feeling quite like walking into a new city in the dead of night. Im talking about the…
I’ve been in Reykjavik for three hours, mostly walking trying to find a hostel. I’m seriously already in love with everything this far.
It is such a beautiful city. The shops, the roads, the buildings are beautiful and quirky. The people are amazingly helpful as well, without them I’d still be walking around.
Good morning everyone!
After a weekend hiatus spent back at home attempting to recuperate, today I am headed off to Iceland.
This is a solo trip. There is no one waiting to pick me up nor will I initially know anyone. Perhaps the flight to Reykjavik…