Climate grief is essentially a term that describes the unique grief of being aware that we are on a very slow-mo plane crash to species extinction.
WATCHING THE APOCALYPSE BY ISMAIL IBRAHIM 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 68
I imagined a future where I would be a father. In the intoxicating moments between being awake and asleep, I slipped into a fantasy rife with pastoral images. In the fantasy I’m sitting on a back porch watching my daughters play. Rosemary and Orchid run around the garden chasing each other, shrieking and laughing, muddying their clothes, playing games with rules inscrutable to parents. They radiate the joy of children, that silly, light kind of happiness, so immense that it makes the scene golden. I fantasize about the iced tea, no, the lemonade, that I sip slowly as the sun sets. When darkness comes, we go into the kitchen and cook dinner from the vegetables and herbs that grow in the garden. I ask Rosemary to smell her namesake herb before I sprinkle it on the roast p…