Perhaps one of the better moves I’ve made in life was to jump from music photography to nature. While standing in the silence at Mývatn with frosty air chilling my cheeks, I realised that I had never felt so alive.
In comparison, this dissociative state that I’ve found myself amidst since my return to society is somewhat akin to non-existence. There seems to be a thick fog over everything that I’m floundering to claw my way through. My thoughts have slowed; I’m an inarticulate mass of knots.
That elusive feeling of happiness evades me.