Davið and I lived together at a folkehøjskole, which is a Danish school with no grades and exams. We bonded over our mutal love for progressive metal music, and eventually became best friends. My fondest memories of abroad were spent in this music room, where we would spend hours headbanging and showing each other music. Davið’s also an amazing guitarist. I vividly remember him sitting me down to show me the technical deathcore song he’d been practicing for our school’s talent show. Although he’s back in Iceland now, he is and forever will be one of my dearest friends.