There is much good news to be had, there is little in the way of surprise.
Cli-fi is the cultural prism through which we monitor and experience ourselves as we bleed our planet dry while trying to become machines.
Bunyan’s long journey and hushed paeans to family are existential lessons wrapped in three sonic chapters.
The facts are as bright as day.
Few shed a tear for the 15 percent haircut utilities profits will suffer.
We might as well make them run on sunshine.