I’ve been composing a long year-end wrap-up post for the last hour and a half, but I just deleted the whole thing. 2020 is slippery and difficult to grasp and also, I finally realized, not worth the effort I was giving it.
It’s like this:
Fuck off, 2020. In a decade where every year has arguably been worse than the one before it, you really managed to take the entire cake.
You will not be missed. Go away.
You can say that again.
Can’t help but wishing I’d seen what you had written – because I enjoy reading what you think, Alyssa. Ha, no pressure. But yeah, that shitshow is not even worth our memory. Let’s look forward. Happy new year to you!