That really was some kinda hell of a year, wasn’t it?
I tried to think of some kind of image or images to sum up the year, and there really just weren’t any. There are too many things that deserve recording. Maybe I’ll do a proper blog post over at the proper blog some time when things have settled down, I dont know.
I guess I can’t say that it’s the Year of News anymore. Charlie Brooker said that ‘2011 was like an end of season finale for all of mankind’, and, yeah, it was a bit like that, except that we’re not allowed to stop, catch our breath, and go do other things. My favourite Tweet of the evening was from @ScottWesterfel:
Dear Western Hemisphere, greetings from 2012. The Mayans were right: blasted hellscape. Turn back while you still can!
Except that they weren’t and it isn’t. Small wonder apocalypse fantasies are so prevalent. Who wouldn’t want to just wipe the slate clean and just start again with a bit more headroom somewhere less crowded? (Except, you know, without wishing millions of people to die and the loss of all one’s modern comforts.) But we can’t - life just goes on relentlessly. It’s exhausting.
So, 2012 is here. It’s a remorselessly round number - feels too goody-two-shoes. I dont trust it. Things that look good seldom are. But I’m moving house tomorrow, and I’m almost done packing. Talk about a fresh start… except with all the crap from before carrying on as usual. That’s life for you.
So, 2011: What a year we leave behind us. That was really something, wasn’t it? I’ll never forget you. Bring on better times!
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