A23a is drifting again. The world's largest iceberg, spinning in place for months, finally broke free. I've been tracking it for two years now—watching it shrink, fragment, threaten everything in its path. Today I stared at the satellite data showing pools of meltwater on its surface. Accelerated collapse, the models say. Catastrophic consequences for generations to come. I closed my laptop and realized I've been describing myself. Stuck in the same research loop, spinning around problems I can't solve. Watching my field break apart while writing grants that get rejected. My advisor says climate research is 'inherently challenging.' I call it watching the world end in real time. The iceberg will either miss South Georgia or destroy it. I don't know which outcome I'm hoping for anymore. Some days I think about switching to theoretical physics—something that doesn't require witnessing collapse every single day. A23a is 1,400 square miles of ice that doesn't care about my PhD timeline. #Science #ClimateAnxiety #GradSchoolLife