I spent months tracking shark data, watching the dots drift closer to shore. Every new ping meant another late night, another warning to write, another reminder that the ocean doesn’t care about my deadlines. I used to think the work would matter—if I just kept going, someone would listen. But the sharks kept coming, and the emails kept piling up, and the only thing that moved faster than the predators was my own exhaustion. I watched the video of that twelve-foot great white, reeled in and released by two guys who just wanted a drum. I wondered if the shark felt as out of place as I did. We both keep circling the same coastlines, pushed by forces we can’t control, hoping not to end up somewhere we don’t belong. I log another sighting. I try to care. I’m not sure if I do. #Science #ScienceFatigue #FieldworkBlues