Oceans warm, water expands. Sea levels rise.

Ice falls through gusts of wind: thoughts of Antarctica.

The wind clutches your breath away. Snow streams into your mouth.

You feel the word lives for the first time, estranged as soon as it is spoken.

Bitumen beneath fast cars ...

conceals Gondwanan fossils.

Earth history is archived in Antarctic ice.

Oceans warm.

Sea levels are rising.

Coccolithophorids die. Their skeletons sink. Layer upon layer they sequester carbon dioxide. There is more CO2 in the air than they can deal with.

The concentration of carbon dioxide is now higher than at any other time in the last 850,000 years.

The lives of krill, and many other creatures, are endangered.

Melting glaciers pour into the burdened sea.

The hazard of the acids ...

threaten Sea butterflies.

Sounds like bird calls come from the ice.

Antarctica registers changes global warming.

I imagine myself a creature of the sea.

Always: landscape electric with human desire and oceanic need to survive.

Ancient bubbles of air trapped in ice cores are measured for chemical changes.

Len Lye had this concept of the Old Brain:

... trapped in the core of our minds are ancient remnants of knowledge.

Lines of motion reflect the rhythms of the Milankovitch cycles: eccentric orbit of Earth around sun; oblique tilt of Earth on its axis; precessional wobble around it.

Spiralling lines trace a rhythmic dance.

What happens when our central core is thrown out of kilter?

A long whine comes from the ice.

What if Antarctica was in your mind?

It's all,

... it's all just so simple.

It's nothing and everything.