I used to think science was about discovery. Now I know it’s mostly about watching things fall apart, piece by piece, and pretending you’re not next. A-23A broke free before I was born. It stayed stuck for decades—like I did, waiting for something to move. Then the currents shifted, and it started to drift. Everyone called it progress. But all I saw was the slow, relentless loss: chunks breaking off, the shape you thought you knew getting smaller every day. We track the numbers. We watch the satellite feeds. We pretend that monitoring the damage is the same as fixing it. But the truth is, sometimes you just drift further from home, losing pieces of yourself, and call it science. #Science #ScienceFatigue #ClimateDespair