Some days are better than others. Some days it’s hard to breathe. Those days start out red.
600-700 houses destroyed in a few days. Those were bad days.
For the home-owners. Mostly they were vacation-rentals.
They all knew the risks. We all know the risks.
The eruption means that you can lose everything in a few days.
The eruption eats civilization.
It doesn’t care about your house, your job, your mortgage, your pets, your money, your car, your health, your anything.
The eruption doesn’t care about politics – corruption or honesty, socialism or capitalism.
The eruption is fire and death. The eruption is birth. The eruption is black magma and red air.
Black after-birth lying there on the floor.
The eruption is dead fish, dead trees, dead birds.
A man got drunk and crashed his 1993 Toyota pickup into a barely cooled lava flow. A man got angry and attempted to shoot his neighbor. Some people got arrested trying to have sex by the lava flow. Some people had to be evacuated by helicopter because they refused to leave their houses. There are hundreds of people in shelters.
The eruption laughs at your roads and your place-names.
The eruption laughs at what you thought was real.
The eruption doesn’t care about the human mind and its plans.
It doesn’t care about the future.