I used to think the numbers would make it easier. If I could just quantify the loss—glaciers shrinking, water slipping away, a billion people downstream—maybe it would feel less like grief and more like work. But every time I ran the models, soot and black carbon gnawing at the ice, it felt like I was just documenting a slow disaster no one wanted to see. My advisor called it urgent. The grant reviewers called it incremental. I called it another late night with satellite data and a headache I couldn’t shake. Sometimes I wonder if the glaciers melt faster than I can process the data. Sometimes I wonder if it matters that I care this much, when the world keeps burning anyway. #Science #ScienceFatigue #ClimateGrief