on the way to greenland i shall find all the disparate fragments of my mind i shall return a different man and darling do all that i can on the way to greenland i shall find no mundane distractions of any kind if beneath the ice fields there s a room it s there i ll find my peace a lovely tomb friends greenland is a place where souls go to dry out it is a vast and terrifying place of ice fields and tundra bereft of fire and in the horror of its imposing irrelevance there is a peace the peace of pain the peace of nothing well friends i m going there fear is lying dying in the sands and it s breathing from the gills of my greenland