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The book’s cryptic title forms a sequence of Danish sounds, and roughly translates to “I am out on an island”. Yet the precise nature of the island to which Nick Geboers invites us remains undetermined. The images cannot be read as documenting an existing area, but rather as a poetic evocation of the concept of “island”. They explore the isolation and sense of seclusion specific to the islander’s existence. Each picture is an isolated fragment; the whole, an unfathomable sequence. The sublime landscapes, observations of nature, archaic symbols, and unknown rituals suggest an animistic worldview in which every image, every human trace, seems like an echo of other times.