Though I'm tempted to make a joke about how "Samskeyti" sounds like when kids mess up the word "spaghetti," I won't.

I miss Iceland (home of Sigur Ros). All that volcanic rock and blue blue water. Everything felt exotic and clear. A beautiful day and a dinosaur egg and then we were back to reality.

This week kicked the ass that is mine and next week will only be worse. But somewhere in there lies this moment and, you know, a kind of second of bliss.

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