I don't know why I enjoy visiting cemeteries so much. They are great motivators for me, really... to get out there and start doin' stuff. I try not to let things I really want to do go by the wayside, but some things can't be controlled, I assume. I certainly go through life with a no-fear attitude, and I guess I shouldn't expect everyone around me to be exactly the same... Anyway, maybe cemeteries only make me think this way about stuff, especially desolate, remote cemeteries like this one in the cold windy plains of southern Iceland.