Intoxication

Prologue

England always seemed to be a craze. A craze that I so deeply craved. It’s just so much different from back home in Iceland. You know, there wasn’t always that many people around me. Only when you went by Blue Lagoon where all the cranky tourists were, but you knew never step near there. Plus, when you’re like me... lonely, creative, lost, you don’t end up being around loads of people anyhow. You just kinda sit in your room and you do... nothing. Or sometimes you might do something. That something being anything from writing a diary entry or writing a poem, drawing or doing just about anything rather than nothing. But when you’re in the midst of the craze that is England, you appreciate that time when you were forced to do nothing. You want that time back, and just like that... you don’t want to experience life, you don’t want to be a struggling nineteen year old dancer with crushed dreams. Because everything you’ve expected or wanted in life, never turns out that way. And I know that from experience, not from some witty old wise man who wrote it down somewhere in the world. This is a story about my experience, my journey. It’s about how I found myself, lost myself, and re-configured myself. I must say, it was quite a long stressful journey I had.