Here I stroll, memory underfoot, through this land that is also me; on fragments of memory that are the foundation of this experience; against a shearing wind eroding the “I” from these histories in an attempt to restore innocence from cause and remove responsibility for effect. Among the rubble I search for the root from which I have grown, the purest “I” in observation of all the things that I am not.

I am a witness to the weathering of these worlds within. To beliefs being defined by thought as surely as mountains are carved by the wind in truth. I am a witness to the universe experiencing itself, experiencing myself in a constant state of becoming… a quiet contemplation of the world at large.

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2-minute video-breakdown of the philosophy and creation of A Quiet Contemplation, in-situ examples and high-res close-ups at:

jasonmatias.com/iceland/a-quiet-contemplation