If hindsight is such a beautiful thing, then why do I feel like I should have set this task to myself last year. It would have covered off one of the most complicated bat-shit crazy year any of us have seen, ensured an outlet was there for me to vent, pontificate and query the fortunes of the many out there that have struggled with the pandemic.
Alas, I did not and none of us could have foretold the future this time last year, even as cases did start creeping up and Wuhan began featuring on the nightly news and newsfeeds across the western world.
In hindsight, I should have paid more attention to the news story I remember reading in the Economist in December 2019. It was only a sidebar telling me a strange new virus that is troubling Doctors in China was pretty contagious. I specifically remember feeling completely ambivalent to it, almost as if this nasty disease could only ever travel to the places I care little about. It was either naïve or arrogant — I haven’t decided which.
So, as we career this heap of a junk we call 2020 into the brave new world hoping to pick up where we left off, I think now is as good time as any to chronicle every day of it. It might be small strands of conscious thought to other longer articles that I want to divulge into. Ultimately though, this is an outlet for my little brain and its big thoughts. It’s either naïve or arrogant to think that I can write something everyday but again, I haven’t decided which.
