“All of the sounds of the ice—stop-stop-stop, melt-melt-melt, crack-crack-crack—can be transferred to the body. It was an amazing experience, in the middle of Paris, in the middle of the night, in the cold. Everything was changing, second by second. I’ve been to Iceland, and to the Faroe Islands, but I have never been surrounded by ice before. And then the people of Paris stopped to watch us, watching the ice. It was a mirror.”