Exhalations

[asakiyume]

Because of Pen Pal, I pay attention to volcanic eruptions. Yesterday Mt. Sinabung, one of Indonesia's 130 active volcanoes, erupted. The Guardian has a photo essay here. Two photos from that set below:

Mt. Sinabung (Photo by Ade Sinuhaji)


Ash coats a motorbike (Photo by Binsar Bakkara)


Meanwhile, where I live, the land has fever-and-ague, going from deep, deep freeze to bursts of heat, during which it sweats and pants--not steam, though; just water vapor.

During this brief melt, the secret roads of voles and mice are revealed. Their motto is a straight line is an abomination

Comments

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

It's like the volcano understands perfectly one of the principles of modern-day art: create a thing that is like a thing, but no longer that thing. "Look, I have made you a motorbike--oh, but not a functional motorbike, no no--that would not be art. But this! This is!"

[sovay]

"Look, I have made you a motorbike--oh, but not a functional motorbike, no no--that would not be art. But this! This is!"

This is a wonderful image and unfortunately it seems to have generated fiction about a volcano that is actually kind of a creeper.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

You know, I was hoping, and somehow, weirdly, almost expecting that you might write something! It's not that I was setting out bait, more that as I wrote, I could see that what I was fumbling toward recognizing was what you were already intuiting, and that that was going to spark you to something.

I *love* what it sparked in you.