The past few months, day's and weeks have been weird to say the least. The emotional level of uncertainty and need for structure has reached a new climax. Covid with all of it's crazy rules. Back back and forth and forth... And then 2021. A new year and suddenly a new horizon. Surprisingly christmas went really well and the numbers of infected went down. The rules almost went back to normal, for a short while, and then suddenly here is an earthquake for you. Enjoy it. Pretty big. 

Things fell down from the shelves in the town of Grindavík, closest to the origins of the quake. A road ripped open. Kitchen cabinets fell from a wall.

One earthquake is fine. I'm used to that, everyone has experienced them but these ones went on for three weeks. They just came randomly and shook the earth. It's so crazy. The earth is the only thing in the world that we think we can think upon as solid. When you go out on the sea you expect the waves and billows. Big bumps. But the earth. You made a deal with it. It's supposed to stay put. When it doesn't the situation can become sort of traumatising. 

I felt sea sickness to begin with for about ten days. Then that stopped and I stopped feeling the earthquakes even though they were many a day. I only felt the last big one before the volcano eruption. And yes. Now there is an active volcano blowing close to the airport and gas is in the air (John Paul Young. 1978).

And as of today, the covid cases are increasing, the government considers/or has decided to open the borders up again for citizens of the UKandUSA. And as for me. I'm just trying to focus on studying anthropology with the effort of a brain that is a bit overworked from ignoring this sci-fi like weirdness around me. 

Later!