The burning sky sunset from mainland Iceland.
it took fourteen weeks
to start living
in the real camp reality
as four days after
the end of the previous one
a new camp started
the first outdoor camp
with French in the lead
almost outside of Reykjavik
•
welcome to Viðey island
the land of birds
and their poop
half a kilometre
from mainland Iceland
just come and visit
but bear in mind
no egg picking!
mama duck is not far
she’s the neighbor
of our house
and all three other sights
on this island
•
longed for a quiet place
but the screams of seagulls
(who aren’t seagulls)
almost silence
the sound of capitalism
from Reykjavik Harbour
500 meters away
legend says
there is some silence
they don’t operate on weekends
when we weren’t here
•
ten days of living in peace
with as many tourists
who somehow found
the 3-minute ferry here
walk on the paths
we swept of poop
three days in a row
you couldn’t tell
the birds don’t give a shit
we all have a scar
on our left hand
a shared trauma
of raking for days
but they still shit
•
trash hunting with the local
seal family floating around
can we share the fiskur
you just caught?
(the camps are vegetarian)
who would’ve thought
the first place
seeing plastic soil
would be on an island
in Iceland’s capital bay
let’s not make this a normality
•
we live in an actual turf house
but there is this other house
with glass walls, on the shore
with acoustics to sing
your heart out
I missed this
with a right view
on Esjan
getting all snowy
in the middle of May
and a straight view
on the most magnificent sunsets
•
the sky was burning
when we weren’t here
but wherever I am
I will go, and went
to catch the sunset by myself
why wait for someone else
the sun would never
and neither will I
but I will let you know
when I figure out
why I like them so much
Inspiratsiookean 