On a fjord in the far north west of Iceland, on the Hornstrandir peninsula, there is a long-disused Norwegian whale-processing factory.
To reach the Hornstrandir is not a simple matter. It is a
Landscapes are repetitions... . Only landscapes that don't exist and books I'll never read aren't tedious.
Fernando Pessoa, Livro do Desassossego
I have related elsewhere how I took
Full fathom five thy father lies
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich