Origins: Antarctica: Science From Mcmurdo To The Pole
It is at evening, as I slide along my bunk with the rocking of the Nuyina, that I run by way of these questions. Some nights I’m up late attempting to create stories about the ghosts that do not even exist however. Pictures of the Jenny and the Endurance flash through my mind’s eye. I see a billion krill swarming by way of an ocean thick with acid and expiring. I image glaciers I never even know the name of melting away in months, the ice disappearing — Drip. In just a single human lifetime, we’re completely altering the planet....