I keep trying to write something, then feel like I’m not expressing myself well and delete it. I saw a dance performance yesterday, Flóðreka, which was beautiful. Jónsi, the mastermind, had an immersive exhibit in Hafnarús last year which I visited twice. I missed it ever since, and this performance was his continuation. Seeing it was captivating and inspiring. It makes me want to create, but I can’t. I can’t write or take pictures or edit the pictures I already took or do anything creative at all, and I don’t know why. Maybe it’s the stress of everything else that’s been going on in my life. I think it’s rather the lack of space I’ve had recently. I organized an amazing festival this past weekend which was immensely time-consuming and stressful (but went perfectly). I’ll write about that another time. For now, my thoughts are on the fact that I just turned twenty seven, and I want things to move in some way…

The thought of writing my next book looms over me. Rather, it’s the idea of starting to write. It always feels impossible to get started. I think part of that is the topic: how I want to address the grand idea of modern society and how life is lived. I want to highlight the impact of the modern world on our human experience, but it must be done in a way that is raw yet tactful, engrossing yet realistic, grand yet ingestible. In other words, I want the story to be good. I don’t want to write something that’s bad — naturally…

Many of my favorite philosophers explore the ideas of suffering and what it means. Emil Cioran, who I write about often, claims that life is a terrible thing, and we should all want to die: the act of resisting this desire is what makes us “meaningful.” The intensity to which he expresses these ideas in his writing is rather overwhelming, often bordering comical. Yet I love his philosophy because it’s so clear that all he is trying to do is come to terms with suffering — find meaning in it…

I began writing in 2023 when I discovered the Bukowski poem that inspired me to try writing poetry myself. Since then, I wrote a lot. However, I never knew what to do with the hundreds of pieces scattered around my digital world. I decided it was finally time to put together a collection: Under Starless Skies. This is something I avoided for a long time because of the nature of my work. I most often write poems when I need to express something; and such strong feelings usually do not come from light places. Thus, most of my pieces have darker tones…

Over the past few months, I’ve been writing down meaningful feelings or experiences in the form of story ideas. I write down what stood out as well as the actual event that prompted the writing. My plan is to incorporate everything, somehow, into either short stories or a book. I only just wrote about how I wanted my next book to be a series of essays. As usual, I’m not sure what I’ll actually do. Recent events have made me want to focus more on these stories…

I read Youth which was recommended to me by the “wisest man” who I’ve written about before. Today, I finally compiled my collection of thoughts and quotes into a review. Writing that review gave me yet further appreciation of the book: it’s a raw picture of humanity in the modern world — even if the book depicts a time we would now call old. I call the book profound because it is raw. It embodies a person: a real person. It is the essence of someone in pain…

I wrote a blog post yesterday, but I was interrupted in the middle. I started writing another, but it didn’t quite express what I wanted to. So I deleted both of them. It’s a frustrating feeling to have this urge to say something — to express something — yet not be able to. The past few days have been interesting. The short version of what I wanted to say is that I’ve started an Icelandic learning group that meets tomorrow. Everyone is interested, my first group with too many people interested. Thus, I’ve discovered a niche that needs to be filled: engaging Icelandic lessons…

These past few days, I’ve been inspired to venture back into photography. It began when my friend asked me to do a photoshoot for her which then became two — one in December, one in January. I was inspired enough by actually creating something interesting that I went and spent a little too much money on a rare camera. I chose this camera because it is small and fun: I figured it would inspire me to take more photos by being easier to carry around, even if the quality of the images weren’t as good as my usual, professional camera. In the end, I didn’t use it. It has been three months, and it has been sitting around for the most part…