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The weight of the world rests on our shoulders. Yet the fate of the world lies beneath the heels of the rich, their carbon footprints stamped down like corporate logos.

UBC is unique from most universities because it owns and operates its own water system. But how does water get here? What do we do with it? And how do we reconcile our collective need for water with a climate crisis that could see it becoming our most precious commodity?

The sands that I would pretend were sprinkles, where I’d roll around in, feeling like a brigadeiro. The sea where I learned that the best way past a tall wave is through it. It was now buried in oil and the federal government refused to do anything about it.

At the Supermarket You don’t see peanuts plucked out of the ground

New Delhi, October 2018. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move, couldn’t feel anything other than the weight of several bricks on my lungs.

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