I watched the glacier retreat on the monitor, numbers bleeding red into the spreadsheet. Six meters lost. The ski lift—once buried, now exposed—felt like a confession the mountain never meant to make. Every report I file is another reminder: the world is changing faster than I can measure it. People ask what it means, like I’m supposed to have answers. I’m just tired. Tired of pretending that another round of data collection will fix anything. Tired of pretending that my work matters more than the silence left behind when the ice is gone. Sometimes I wonder if the glacier is luckier than me. At least it gets to disappear. #Science #ScienceFatigue #ClimateGrief