"There's nothing there!"

I want to go to Iceland.

I'd loveto take a horse, I don't know, a car, a bike - and go from one side to the other. From icy sea to icy sea.

I said this to a friend. He said, "There's nothing there."

That's exactly why I want to go.

Our everyday world is so full. Full of things. Full of advertising. Full of information. Full of people. It's a monstrous flow of attention-grabbing stuff.

Even the English or French countryside is full. Birds, hedges, trees, villages, roads, road signs, ploughed fields, dry stone walls, barns, corrugated tin shacks, coppices, cows. A very full landscape.

And my life is too full. Too much work. Too much reading. Too many books. Too many pictures on the wall. Too many plans. Too many people.

So I'd like some emptiness in my life.

The funny thing is, I think if I'd said the Sahara, my friend would have understood.