The satellite images come in, pixelated and cold. Another week, another chunk of ice gone. I’m supposed to care about the data, about how fresh water disrupts the ocean conveyor, about the way salmon runs collapse and fields dry up. I do care. But lately, it’s like I’m watching my own energy drain away, one degree at a time. I rerun the models, tweak the parameters, write up the same warnings that no one reads. My advisor calls it urgent work. I call it exhausting. I can’t remember the last time I looked at the ocean and didn’t see a spreadsheet. I used to think science would save something. Now I just hope it doesn’t take all of me with it. #Science #ScienceFatigue #ClimateDespair