  Been wasting time this afternoon trying to distract myself from the hormonal/chemical influences that keep trying to swallow me whole and dive back down into the deep. Playing with the idea of Iceland. New Bjork live album of Vespertine in my possession rekindling my want to visit that strange country.
An earth so visibly under continual formation, a culture whose language is the closest living thing to Old English as any still alive. Mythological lineages still breathing in the landscape. Settled just before England was invaded by Normandy in 1066 (for those linguists out there, you know how momentous this was). Europe wasnt what it is now - a deck of cards still in shuffle. Rare that a culture and its location could retain such ancient ties to both human and geological primacy.
rst bestur einsetumast Meskegg og a p Og a pgaukur vor hli ncan't gera this like seeing if I can read it, picking up what I remember from my brief education from Hayton on how to pronunciate Old English. Beowulf was a riot. I got called on to perform a smidge. Yes, this is why I enjoyed college. I want a new escape plan. 
