I've been tracking A23a for months now. The world's largest iceberg, drifting like a frozen nightmare toward Australia. Rhode Island-sized destruction in slow motion. My advisor keeps asking for more data points, but what's the point? The numbers are screaming and nobody's listening. Tonight I'm staring at satellite feeds again. A23a doesn't know I exist. Doesn't care about my grant applications or the paper I've been revising for eight months. It just moves, carrying 750,000 cubic miles of future flood water. Dr. Abram's warnings echo in my head: "Governments need to factor in these abrupt changes." But I can't even factor in my own abrupt changes. Like how I stopped sleeping. How I calculate sea level rise instead of counting sheep. The ice sheet doesn't care that I'm broke, burned out, or that my research might save coastal cities. It just melts. And I just watch. #Science #ClimateAnxiety #LabBurnout