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CASTING IDENTITY an iceland travelogue eystra (9/08/04)tonight the valley is a dark cool quiet monolith cleaved in two by the blue river. it traces a slit invisible near the source and widening, hungry near the lake. the clouds are united. vast blue gray black tufted leviathans, heavy but not oppressive, gliding silent towards the sea. the moon has yet to rise. it is windy. in the distance animals call out before the darkness completes. the sweeping sound of a passing car, alone in its bubble of white noise, rises and falls once... then again. the yellow light cast by the lamps in my room fades green before disappearing onto the now black grass. today was a beautiful cloudy warm day, stirred by the ceaseless wind. 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) |