I am a volcano bursting into bleach-tainted water. I have felt the lava slowly oozing out into the cooling water. It piles up above the water’s surface to give new life and to allow people & animals to live there. Plants grow & the scientists arrive to study the new life. They love the landscape so much they stay. These new inhabitants enjoy their new island and start to invite other people there. Soon travel agents catch wind and begin to post ads in both flash & HTML to promote their vacation packages. After the first wave of explorers, tourists & travelers return to their countries with great news, the celebrities catch wind. Soon the little island has two landing strips, dry docks for yachts, & natives serving drinks. Considering the island is to new to have any true natives, any lithe, brown-skinned boy or girl with medium length to long hair will do. Once the celebrities are photographed topless in worldwide gossip rags, the talk shows & game shows take notice. Soon after, regular Joes are correctly guessing the price of a gaudy dining room set to be whisked away to this paradise.
They laugh and dance to shitty European trance & hard house. They get drunk and try to have sex with each other on the soft sand. Their vacation is shit. Their existence is shit. Their island is shit. The volcano feels like shit and is utterly disgusted & sick to its stomach. Inside it is churning, brewing new lava, holding in everything and waiting to drop more of the dark and chunky solution. It creates, but these intruders think it destroys.
Who’s correct?
