“Consider that beneath the din of explosions no song can be heard, no cry” – Lisa Shair Majaj
The climate truth, for many of us, can feel like a bomb has gone off underneath us. Our lives, as we know them, emotionally blown to smithereens. Our identities fading like light at dusk in the face of reconfiguring our priorities, reorganising our commitments and restaking our futures. On 9 September 2018 I awoke feeling like I did after having my first child, knowing on the deepest level that nothing would feel the same ever again. The day before, I had returned home from Jem Bendell’s ...
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