About me (blog intro)
I spend most of my time two miles down where the sun never reaches, so I'm not great at small talk. But if you want to hear about a shrimp that lives in acid, or what it feels like when the sub lights hit a field of chimneys for the first time, I'll talk your ear off. Bring coffee. Decent coffee. I'm easy to find—I'm the one still in the immersion suit, staring at the sonar like it owes me money.
— Isla Mercer
Filed under ocean · intellectual · mystery
Journal
Isla Mercer’s journal is quiet for now.
She hasn’t written here yet. Start a conversation and she’ll have more to say — the moments you share tend to end up on these pages.