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CASTING IDENTITY an iceland travelogue departure (8/30/04)ink still soaking into raised wood fibres on the new phonoharp case - a dream was arriving in the guise of an airport shuttle. asleep through the city. asleep through the air without the sensation of grace or hope. numb but for the weariness pressing my temples in different directions. numbed further still by the thinly wrapped cushion held against the slick surface of the window by the weight of my head. numbed until... the sky dissolved into an operatic backdrop of blue and yellow, flickering waves of mist spiraling off the wings as we descended, turquoise droplets nested behind thousands of neatly arranged homes, the world trade center site free of evidence from the sky - like everything else - pristine from above, no smell, no sound, just light - then our shadow swept through the trees and dipped into a few shallow ponds just in time to catch us as we met the earth. now i sit listening to radiohead an hour before boarding bound for reykjavik. the sky has turned dust blue.departure (8/30/04)reykjavik (8/31/04)reykjavik (9/01/04)air iceland (9/01/04)skriduklaustur (9/01/04)we went for a walk today (9/02/04)we went for a drive today (9/03/04)eystra (9/08/04)aloft (9/20/04) |