“How can anyone be faithful to a concept that refuses to be one and fails in its refusal?”

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By Patrick Crowley, Paul Hegarty in Formless: Ways in and Out of Form, p185

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solo roadtrip from Reykjavík to Hólmavík, Icealnd

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1am daylight, 2am… 3am I started hallucinating. Lola told me she saw a seal so I was very focused on the ocean and suddenly I saw them, dozens of them, moving slowly, sliding in the surface, just like seals, the dark rocks.
The radio only played classical music for a while which made the whole experience very intense in an overly exaggerated and romantic way. The mountain next to me was massive, static and dark brown, volcanic style. The car was smooth, so smooth. There’s only one road and very few junctions, it’s practically impossible to get lost yet at some point it felt like I was trapped in the same place. Trapped in a wall calendar. The mountain felt like the same from 1am to 2am, approximately. The cascades appeared like surprises, also like an element from a video game that repeats randomly throughout different levels. There it is again! Reflecting the cool light, endless light, non stop magic hour.
My body was still recovering from an unexpected after-party full of love and a quite dedicated house cleaning session. 3am, there’s no mistake, I’ve been moving, should be arriving at the bay. Faraway a very skinny road through the water, just like a black snake. I thought I’m too tired, I’ll fall right into the icy water. Then a thick, thick fog and a white horse standing like a clue. There was no space at all for scepticism.
Today I saw a whale, grey head and big splash. I was coming down the mountain, walking along the sea, going home and by accident I saw her. A whale.