An article from Huff Post US popped up on my Facebook timeline last night. I’m not sure if it was an accumulative effect, with everything else that’s going on, and I’m also not confident as to why I’m sharing this at all, but for the first time in the best part of a decade, I cried my fucking eyes out. Which in some way, felt quite nice, my depression tends to manifest itself in emotional shut down, absolute procrastination of day to day goings on, but more debilitatingly, anaesthetising empathy, sympathy, (all the pathies) towards myself and others. Because in that fragile state the slightest knock would be game over. So a good wail was a nice reminder that I do in fact care about somethings, in this case, obviously, I care a great deal.
The Great Barrier Reef, the largest living structure on earth, has been hit with the most severe and widespread mass bleaching event scientists have ever recorded, and the third in just five years. 60%. 60% of the reef surveyed had bleached.. Terry Hughes, a renowned front line coral expert in Aus who headed the survey described it as “an art lover wandering through the Louvre....as it burns to the ground.” “The Great Barrier Reef will continue to lose corals from heat stress, until global emissions of greenhouse gasses are reduced to net zero, and sea temperatures stabilise. Without urgent action to achieve this outcome, it’s clear our coral reefs will not survive.” I cried because, given the state of the worlds economies, and our reliance on oil and gas, the total loss of coral around the world, is now I don’t think, a matter of if anymore. Sorry for this weirdly depressing post, and I know I am most likely just shouting into the void, but thought grief likes company.