I was hit by nostalgia today. And as I thought back about my past, I realised how different my life would be today if I’d made a decision or two just a tad differently from what I’d actually made.

I’m not saying that life would’ve been better. All I know for certain is that it’d be different, and being the curious sort I couldn’t help entertaining fantasies of what life would be like now, if only I had done or said such-and-such back when it mattered.

“What do you mean, ‘No’?” I should have said.

“I’m sorry, I don’t take ‘No’.”

On the need to write, to write.

Words excite me. Really, they do.

The prospect of writing something good tantalises me like the prospect of having good sex. My pupils enlarge; my breathing gets shallower; my hands get all balmy.

But as much as I love to write, I haven’t been writing lately. Probably because I’ve been finding that there’s hardly anything to write about. I’m a strong believer in the saying “if you’ve got nothing to say, don’t.” And if you’re got nothing to write about…

The thing is, not writing tends to become quite a bit of a habit. The less you write, the less you’ll feel like writing; and the more you write, the more you’ll feel like writing.

It’s a little bit of a catch-22: though I want to avoid bad writing as much as possible (and having nothing to write almost definitely leads to bad writing if it is forced), it has been said that bad writing inevitably precedes good writing.

I suppose that’s the reason why I wrote my last post about the Bon Iver music video and my wanting to go Iceland one day, even though It wasn’t something I particularly felt I had to write or share about.

I just knew I had to write something. And whatdya know, one thing led to another, and here I am again.

I’m so going to Iceland

I remember when I was younger watching a Bjork music video, in which I vaguely recall images of, among other things, volcanoes, large barren landscapes, as well as lots of snow and ice. I remember thinking how beautiful it all was, and how surreal. And I remember thinking, I wish I was there. It was a little later that I found out from my sister that the “there” I had wished to be was Iceland.

Fast forward a decade and a half or so, and here I am. Up until recently I’d all but forgotten about that video, and about Iceland.

That is, until I came across Bon Iver’s music video for his song, Holocene, and fell in love with Iceland once again.