you land in iceland feeling like you got here by mistake, like you were supposed to go somewhere else and at some point, you don’t really know when or where exactly, you got lost. everything is green and brown, it really looks like some spare land put down here temporarily, awaiting to decide what to do with it and move it to its right place. i tell myself that the sky is the same damn sky as anywhere else in the world, and yet it feels somehow closer to the ground, heavier. the whole area around the airport looks untidy, as if nobody ever took the time to come here where i’m standing now and have a look around, to see what it all looks like. or maybe it’s just this rude and unfriendly nature refusing to give herself to the human struggle. i have a hard time describing what i feel, it’s like a stone laying on my chest, right now, pressing down on me. like air being pushed back into my lungs, a feeling of undefined happiness stuck somewhere down my throat.
(on a bus trip from keflavik int. airport to reykjavik, june 11)
