forget about those melting ice caps

"This is a valley of ashes - a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air."
- The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

source: fashion gone rogue, oracle fox