Sharks Are Moving. My Hope Isn’t.

I used to think the ocean was stable, like data that made sense if you just looked hard enough. Now I track sharks that don’t belong here, and the only thing I know for sure is that nothing is where it should be. Every time I log another migration, I wonder if I’m just documenting loss—of balance, of meaning, of the reasons I started this. My PI says it’s critical work. I nod, but I’m tired of being the messenger for bad news no one wants to hear. We tell ourselves we’re helping, but the ocean keeps warming, and the sharks keep running. I keep running protocols, pretending it matters. I’m not sure who I’m trying to convince anymore. #ScienceFatigue #LabBurnout #ClimateGrief #Science