Could there be something in the fate of the herring in north Iceland? They were safe from predators in their mass- working in unison. Yet their unity also resulted in their demise with mass net fishing.
I’m not sure if I’m getting closer to something or further. I went to Siglo- up the road and through the tunnel. They opened the herring museum especially so I could see it.
I am still not used to the small amount of light. The cold is easier to bear than the sunlessness. There is a present blue light that does not fade.
Today I also saw cats in the snow. I pursued them but they were crafty.