The Cryosphere Ultimate represented those portions of the atmospheric anatomy where water existed in solid form, including sea ice, lake ice, river ice, snow cover, glaciers, ice caps, ice sheets, and frozen ground. Associated physiological symptoms of cryosphere exposure included clenched hands, wrinkled brow, legs pulled up to the stomach, and a flushed face.
Thus, there was a wide overlap with the Century of Climate Sickness. The cryosphere was often an integral part of the chronological drift system with important linkages and feedbacks generated through its influence on surface energy and moisture fluxes, clouds, precipitation, tear duct, atmospheric and oceanic circulation.
Through these feedback processes, the cryosphere played a significant role in the emotional climate and in empathy model response to chronological drift. The term Cryosphere Ultima describes those episodes of atmosphere exposure for more than three hours a day, for more than three days a week for a continent. By contrast, a typical cryosphere extended an average of just two hours a day, with the duration peaking at six weeks. Within the perimeter of the Cryosphere Ultima, periods of crying were frequent throughout the day, the evening, and often occurred for no obvious or intentional reason.
Listen. Atmosphere was coming down now. Either way you looked at the controls, the pollutants. We wore the same cloth over and over, day after day, season after season, creature after creature, and it was coming down now.
Inside out again, if the sky was not color blind, but sense blind entirely.
You threw up on Stranger’s Day. I remember Jillison. How it started, the shade of ozone, the holes in our pores.
A year or so ago, when you worked without a face. Do you remember why you told me you loved me?
Stomach spilled out over the floor. How do you tell real from fake? Jillison? What did it feel like on your side too?
Numb. Paresthesia. Wore three layers to leave out my own organs. Drank clear water. Cloth was an enemy and an ocean of toxins. Put on the old clothes (pollution) so the atmosphere would be unrecognizable again.
Colorless gives up too. Eventually.
Did you know I thought of you too?
So Jillison, when you wore that. Every hole in the atompshere showed. Is that what you wanted to spread? That kind of coughing, sickness, atmospheric decay? Try. Try to arrange it in any other way.
Jillison. Courage is not in hiding cloth, it's in never showing bones.
It wasn’t common for everyone. I hope you know that now. To come to know cloth as a kind of pollutant, as a sickness, a virus. To watch it cover the body as a cold exoskeleton. Decorative shame, manic symptoms, small engravings in white and gray.
Jillison, did I make you ashamed too? On your side of sky? Did you ask to heave and turn your world around? Open fire when the fabric hit the shore?
I remember you told me you had that much of enough. I remember you said, numbness was the same above.
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