Grímsey OOP "Please meet me in the

"Please meet me in the circle of this conceit

" — Quentin Bajac

A photograph of a corpse tells me nothing of the metaphysical implications of death

During this historic season

Grímsey OOP "Please meet me in the"As the sun fell in the west, Grmsey seemed to emit a vibration, a faint buzzing that can only be felt at certain times in that far removed place. Its tune, persistent and dense, wove through living rooms and careened over the harbor like a slow pull on a cello. Its a pulse that can only be sensed, if even for a fleeting moment, during periods of change. The first time, for a young boy, with his father on a fishing boat. Or the loss of a brother, his