Climate Fiction

A small mistake, a little misunderstanding, a suspicion, a rumor can damage relationships, cause conflicts, collapse stock markets and do other nasty things but when applied to atomic bombs have the potential to annihilate humanity instantly. So, did anyone predict such a threat at the start of the 20th century…

In 2006 I read Oryx and Crake, a novel by one of my all-time favorite writers Margaret Atwood. If I were to write a screenplay based on the book, this would be the logline: In a post-apocalyptic world, humanity was wiped out by a synthetic virus and replaced with a…

Ghost of the Forgotten Snows: Anthropocene Memoir #1: Vector Palace Square, Saint Petersburg, Russia A line of helmeted protesters formed a line of shields made from wood and random objects. There were actually two lines: one standing, and one kneeling in front of them. Together, they formed a solid wall. …

Here, finally, I got time to write an English update on what I have been doing for the gap semester I was in Japan. I’ve been doing a bunch of projects, events, and trips around Japan mainly to explore “microorganisms,” “animism,” and “climate change fiction.” Seeing the possibility for more-than-human kinship in microorganisms. As I learn about “what…

In between hyperconnected information skies, And interconnected geo-engineered planet earth, Am I disconnected? “Disconnected from what?” I asked passively while scrolling through the infinite success stories and the formation of industries' latest ideologies on the LinkedIn feed. — “Look at you." Just look at you. Looking for a job?

There’s something for everyone. — I was twelve when I first came across a book about climate change. This was not an academic compendium about the technicalities of the challenge at hand. Nor was it a self-help narrative about what I, as an individual, must do to reduce my impact. No, the first book I…

Chapter 1: Fleeing “Watch out!” I yell as my veggie dog, topped with sauerkraut, sails through the air and slams into my dad’s chest; yellow mustard and pickled cabbage splatter on his jersey. I tumble over stadium seats and slide into leftover chips and salsa. …