Volcanic plume and clouds forming above it, I see from the balcony of my apartment. On social media, I browse through pictures of friends and strangers visiting the crater. I can see how this place has changed since the last time I was there. I think I would like to go again, but at the same time, I feel… that it doesn’t want us to be there (I refer to the volcano as “he” because although English nouns do not have genders and the Icelandic word “eldgos” is neutral too, in my native Polish language, “wulkan” is masculine, and I just feel that it’s a “he”).
