Discussing the complicated interconnections between human beings and the landscape of Iceland, the piece is designed to be experienced while walking along the Iceland coastline. It is a sonic documentary and poetic fiction of the enchanting island.

It is,
a story about water,
and a love letter to Icelandic nature.

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A local told me about the first glacier that died in Iceland, named ‘Ok,’ when I was in Husafell. It was declared dead in 2014 as it was no longer big enough to support itself and move. A funeral was held for it a year after.
He drove me up a mountain and pointed to the mountain top where OK was. What I saw was a grey mountain covered with scattered patches of white.

Somehow I thought of the dead whale lying on a shallow beach that I encountered in northern Iceland.
Its dark gray skin, exposed above the water, was worn, reminding me of volcanic rock.

It looked like a tiny island from afar.