“White Island is glowing. In the dark solitude of the Arctic Ocean, though no one can see it. Right now, as I type this in Stockholm, White Island is glowing.” — Bea Uusma Copy Share Image
“Nature devours us. Icy winds and rain and salt and snow erode us, decompose us, reduce us to molecules, carbon compounds; the covalent bonds… — Bea Uusma Copy Share Image
“White Island is glowing. In the dark solitude of the Arctic Ocean, though no one can see it. Right now, as I type this… — Bea Uusma Copy Share Image
