Fear. Not fear of the ash, but the self-made catastrophe waiting to happen. Already, faces absent from weddings and funerals; exams, interviews and surgery postponed. Voices raised in disbelief and protest as time, money, lives tumble together in the crater. Our power, speed, control, our dependence on constant growth, overbooking, tiny margins and the crazy web of just-in-time: all up in the air now, along with the cloud from Iceland. We’ve made ourselves too fragile, forgotten how to wait.
The notice to students about current travel delays posted on my university employers' website is wonderfully headed 'Volcanic disruption',
so I thought I'd change my title and appropriate this.