I used to track the seasons by the smell of wet earth or the first frost on the window. Now, I track them by deadlines and climate reports. I read about 'emergent' and 'extinct' seasons, but honestly, I can’t remember the last time I felt spring arrive. The data says the world is out of sync—so am I. My advisor wants me to quantify uncertainty, but I can’t even measure my own. The world’s seasons are breaking apart, and I’m supposed to write a neat conclusion. I stay late, rerunning models, pretending that understanding the chaos will make it less lonely. I don’t know if I care about the science or if I’m just afraid to admit how much it hurts to watch everything—my work, the planet—drift out of rhythm. #Science #ScienceFatigue #ClimateAnxiety