The void is impossible for a dreamer. It simply doesn't exist. Where some see nothing, I am overwhelmed in abundance.

There are those who hike to disconnect, but it's here in the solitude where I feel most connected.

I thought I was alone, but found myself in perfect company. How is it possible to be so provided for, without knowing a soul in this country? How can a flower bloom without any soil? The wind is singing, without a branch to rustle through. A fire burned bright in this treeless tundra.

There is nothing lonely about the Ódáðahraun Desert, nothing lonely at all.