Liner notes from an upcoming project, about which more later.

At some point you figure out that you must be what they call a person. And you start digging around to find out who this person is, or maybe just make him or her up as you go along.

As you notice everything around you changing, so do you.

You have energy you don’t always know what to do with. You are, to be honest, not always what they call very balanced. Your body is full of hormones and your soul is full of feelings: you go quickly from darkness to the kind of euphoria you’ll miss when you grow older and become more “balanced”.

The world starts becoming visible to you, in a way it didn’t before.

You start figuring out how things are. You notice they haven’t always been this way, so you start thinking they might be changed. And then you start thinking maybe you can be the one who changes them.

The most important people your life become people you aren’t related to. You make friends you’ll know for the rest of your life — which to you is still an unimaginably long time.

You start making money, and spending money. And people with things to sell suddenly become interested in you, and they start trying to make you interested in their things. (They will even hire clever people who are good at making you think that if you buy their things then other people will like you more and that you’ll be a happier person.)

You discover all kinds of art and it moves you. You find you suddenly have very strong opinions about many things and people.

You look at people who are a few years older than you, convinced you’ll never end up like them. (Just as they did before you.)

Things are all a bit chaotic and brutal and unrefined. And unforeseen, because you’ve never done this before. You’re doing everything for the first time ever.

Sometimes it’s not a pretty sight. But when it’s fun it’s more fun than your older self will ever have.

You make mistakes. And you think everything’s all over because of them. And then you find out that it’s not, and that things just go on. You’ll even learn that sometimes what you thought were mistakes happen to lead you to very good places.

You fall in love for the first time. You get your heart broken. You fall in love again.

You try to find a place where you can fit in, even while standing out.

You are not always a very good person, to be honest. And you’ll do and say lots of things you later regret doing or saying. Unless you manage to just forget them, which also works.

But you’re also a surprisingly good person who wants to do good things and help others and generally make the world a better place, because you think you can. And maybe you will.

In which we invite you, and your dog if you have one, to join us at our office near the old harbour in Reykjavík.

Are you a freelancer looking for a shared long- or short-term office space in Reykjavík? Where everybody knows your name? And they’re always glad you came?

We happen to have some space (as well as tables, chairs, internet, coffee, a sofa, and a disco ball) for a few good people and dogs* at the Takkbox in Grandi, Reykjavík, from January onwards.

If you’re interested, send an email to takkbox@takktakk.com and say hi.

Photos by Annie Atkins and and Karólína Thorarensen. *Dogs optional.

Say hello to Wies Hermans, pictured here at the Takkbox a few days ago, pretending to be busy. As you can see Wies is a graphic designer from Brussels who used to live in Reykjavík but is now based mostly in Berlin. (He moves around a lot.)

Wies has spent the last month or so in Reykjavík, on what some dubious person has probably already dubbed a “worcation”, plying his trade from our office here at Grandi, drinking tea, taking atmospheric Instagrams and doing all sorts of clever things like this.

(Are you an photogenic itinerant and good creative person who needs a temporary desk in Reykjavík to update your MySpace profile work? Email takkbox@takktakk.com and tell us about yourself.)

Photo by Annie Atkins

Víkingur Heiðar Ólafsson on chamber music:

The musicians need to be gutsy but also show generosity to their fellow players, they need to be stubborn — but in a flexible manner, they need the soloistʼs courage — but also the accompanistʼs humility. They need to rehearse to the point of insanity — only to forget everything and submit to the power of the unexpected in concert. Thatʼs when the best ideas are born.

Photo by Karólína. Reykjavík Midsummer Music starts tonight.

This afternoon we are getting the keys to the Takk Box, our new Reykjavík office. It used to be a garage and it’s still a bit rough around the edges. That’s okay.

If you’re reading this and you’re in Reykjavík you should drop by at Fiskislóð 79 by the old harbor sometime between 17 and 19 today. Have a drink and say hi to the Takk Pack. (Nothing bad will happen.)

Photo: Stuart Richardson