They say silence can be bought, and it’s the guilt that will cost you. But they must not know about this type of silence, the clear and solid sort, that stirs grand plans and something like resolve and finally lets you have your sadness.
[Clockwise from top left: Vintage ironstone flour canister from MaisonPaulette; 1940s fuzzy brown hat from nemres; Wool kilim pillow from sukan; Lithuanian felted slippers from ing00te; Handmade wallet from Volo Design; Olive green knit shorts from fuzzybazooke; “Ice: Adds So Much and Costs So Little” vintage ice pick from theamericanhomemaker]
Things that can kill you as you walk across the Arctic: polar bears, eating undercooked polar bear meat, eating polar bear liver (vitamin A poisoning), faulty stoves, dehydration, general exhaustion, hypothermia, disappointment. People who die of cold are often found naked in the snow. Apparently, your skin gets really hot right before you freeze to death, and you might take off all your clothes.
[Clockwise from top left: Vintage midcentury rya from SansEpoch; Houndstooth gloves from TagSaleFinds; Ice: 1900s diamond white gold ring from annaz1 and 1910s diamond ring from luxedeluxe; Handmade scotchmallows from champagnechocolate; Vintage Stanley super-insulated thermos from cushionchicago; Faces children’s tea set from theartlyons]
But nothing ill-fated here — that would be too easy, to be found with our arms around each other, a frozen lump with some undeveloped film to suggest the last days of our expedition: the sled laden with coffee and salami, frosted tips to our mustaches, the wrong turn at the ridge.
[Clockwise from top left: Striped vintage cardigan from Bigbrothervintage; Oatmeal cable knit sweater dress from dirtybirdiesvintage; Metronome from lilyandrubyvintage; Vintage sheepskin ankle boots from twinheartsvintage; Antique space heater from ohiopicker; Milk glass tear necklace from blackandwhitejewels; 1930s honeycomb wool blanket from 86home]
No, we made it there and back again, but it’s chilly, too, at home. That’s the thing about warming up, about ice ridges and yawning crevasses and landscapes harsh and drifting. The cold reminds you of this: only out here, in the silence, are you actually as alone as you feel.