Constant

If there is one constant of the Icelandic Universe, it is that every person I talk to for more than 2 minutes will inevitably ask me where I am from. I take comfort in the steadiness and reliability of this, and anticipate a life time of some variation of said question. I do my best to mix up the answer a little bit, just to try out new linguistic ways to say it.

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