Iceland’s existence is in a constant state of flux. Nothing is permanent: good or evil. Nine a.m. sunrise. So far I haven’t shot much film this trip until today. My mind’s been fixated on looking out the window and staring at the vast surroundings. It has a familiar feeling of an ex lover’s body in bed. Her angry contours, dotted with abrupt scars of the past intrigue me. I catch her breath as she invites me in. She intensifies my spirit. Then the fear rushes back as she makes me vulnerable again. An excerpt from the Point Of Discomfort article on Monster Children.com. Go to my profile to view the link. Xo.