Reading about the inevitable socio-political catastrophe that is climate change while being blasted with royalty free airport X-mas music and heading to a systemic risk conference is truly a liminal experience.

Sometimes, when my work has me read climate science, I get a quite powerless feeling of anger and capitulation. Last time I had that feeling, I was at least able to turn it into something to share with others, which is strangely comforting. So here goes, my little poem of despair: