published in The New Yorker
Julavits hikes to a volcanic fissure that recently opened up in Fagradalsfjall, Iceland, and writes about its natural beauty and its significance to the local Icelandic community. She writes that in the early weeks if it's eruption, the area "was an impromptu festival where you might encounter drunken revellers or the Icelandic President. The customs official who’d stamped my passport at the airport depicted the scene as a daily rager that started at midnight."
765 days ago