Everyday II

12 August, 2008, excerpt part II - The Færoes...
-The mist has ringed Tørshavn - if it was not already isolated enough, it now seems to be the only semblance of civilisation left in this world. Perhaps, it is the sheer cost, or just the pace of life, but everything here is all the better when savoured; nursed even - the rain, walking, scenes, beer, books, desolation, sound, etc. The city is small and the streets narrow, but it would assuredly take a lifetime to appreciate every crack and corner. Dostoevsky lends himself well to the islands, but the people seem unconcerned with philosophy. This is not out of arrogance, I suspect, but simply, there is no need. They have 'living' philosophy, it is in the very stone and soil. Life is life - best appreciated as such. The sky is uniformly grey and blends into the mists that skirt the high ground. Truly, there seems little difference between the two; there are no borders here. Fences are but temporary.