Last week I visited my friend Etna in her home in Sicily. She was pretty chill the first half of the week, but from Wednesday she got really gassy and started throwing things.
Still. That is part of the appeal of a Rupture-in-the-Crust-of-a-Planetary-Mass-Object, right? The passion. She wasn’t, after all, terribly dangerous. Largely, she was interested in making clouds – which was admittedly a bit of a pain in terms of sunbathing (and in keeping the car clean), but generally we viewed it as a blessing.