A person stands alone on a narrow volcanic ridge in Iceland, dwarfed by dark hills and falling water, facing a landscape that refuses to be taken in all at once.

An Experience That Defeats You March 8, 2026

Where Our Giants Live

In the youngest part of the earth Born by the oldest forces We journey deep, venture forth Bathed in sulfuric sources

Poetically musing through icy nights As we watched the lively dance Of the emerald fairy sprites Slowly turning our wrongs to rights

From valleys where the water falls To staircases of the gods And fissures in the earth And seas where our giants live Where sulfur bubbles underground

We swam, we camped, we cooked, we trekked And pulled ashore what was wrecked