On this two-week journey circumventing the entire perimeter of Iceland, I have successfully cut myself off from any outside communication shifting all my focus into the act of taking photographs, all the while noting down every aspect of my journey in a diary log. It consists of every thought, every song that triggered an emotion, every escape, every joy and every moment of sadness I've felt along the way. In the sparse landscape, alone, I’ve come to the conclusion that I was running away from something and more importantly I was looking for something else. Both suffer in the silence of the mystery.