These are the days that I look out over my city & think “today the volcano didn’t happen.” I guess that’s a positive. But that great roaring rush, the crash of lava bombs, the rain of ash & stinking mud - that could obliterate all the pox of banality. In time it leaves fertile soil for something new, & we can start all over again.
Of course, despite the boxy little suburban houses on their wide meandering streets that go nowhere but turning circles, this isn’t about Auckland at all…
