Earthly Moods, Climates of Concern (Taking the Temperature of Our Time)

Our time, today, seems to be one in which we worry increasingly about what our time-our day, our age-may be doing to time itself.It seems to many that we may be out of time, or nearly out-that we are living now in a time, or that we will very soon reach a time, wherein we will have no more time because we will suffer irreversible changes within the ecological domain that, while stemming directly from human forms of life, prove devastating to the very conditions of such life (or any other).Our master term for such devastation within contemporary discourse is almost surely that of climate, as in the "climate change" we speak about euphemistically but should perhaps more honestly address as climate collapse or climate catastrophe, one that impends in the measure of the earth's rising temperatures.[1]Within the following, I aim to address the question of climate in our time not only in its ecological senses but also in its affective senses-in light of certain moods now widespread among us, and still spreading, thanks to our dire ecological circumstances.What do we hear, or see, in and through those moods?In what voice do they sing?