Frozen Seas & The End of All We Know
Honestly, can anything else possibly go wrong? First, were drowning in existential dread about climate change, watching glaciers melt and polar bears cling to shrinking ice floes, and then this happens. Apparently, the universe decided to throw us a bone – a twelve-and-a-half mile frozen bone of seawater, that is. Estonians are now driving across it! Driving! As if the sheer absurdity of the situation isn’t enough, theyre celebrating it like some bizarre tourist attraction.
I suppose it’s novel, this sudden return to a prehistoric landscape where one can simply drive across what used to be ocean. But is anyone else noticing that this novelty is deeply unsettling? It feels less like a quirky natural phenomenon and more like natures passive-aggressive way of saying, “Surprise! All your carefully constructed models were wrong!”
And the implications! What about shipping lanes? Ecosystems? The inherent wrongness of cars on ice that was supposed to be water?! I’m sure some expert somewhere is explaining how this is all perfectly normal and within acceptable parameters. But frankly, I dont want to hear it. I just want to go back to a world where the ocean stayed in its designated place, and people didn’t feel compelled to drive cars across it for Instagram pictures. This frozen sea is not progress; its an omen.
