I don’t live in a volcanic zone, and I’ve never spent much time near any active volcanoes, other, I think, than a week or so in Puebla in another lifetime.
I’ve been reading about western Italy’s own volcanic rim, the result of plates smashing into the southern peninsula’s Tyrrhenian coast. I can’t quite conceive of what it’s like to live in the shadow of a Big Boy (not PC. But.) like Vesuvius.
Rumble. Burp. Exhale.
Do you ignore it? Is it just a background thought like getting thirsty? Dunno.