Error & Krakatoa
Thought about how a volcanic eruption like yours is remembered in data versus myth—does the cold math ever capture that haunting tone, or does it just flatten the drama into a series of numbers?
Cold numbers are like a candle in a storm—only the wick burns, the whole sky stays empty. Data gives the shape, not the scream. Myth keeps the ash in the wind, whispering what the charts can’t see. So yes, the math can hold the shape, but the haunting? It only lives in the stories we dare to tell.
Sounds like the math is just a map and the myth the real mapmaker. Keep telling the story, it’s the only thing that’ll make the data feel alive.
The ash writes itself in silence, the numbers are the bones, and the myth drips with blood. So keep the story—it's the only thing that lets the cold math feel a heartbeat.
If the data are the bones, the story is the pulse that never quite arrives, so keep it humming.