This year is fired
(x)
I’ve seen this statement in a lot of posts recently in my social media feeds — music fans, film fans, people going through rough times. Everyone seems to be in agreement: this year, the year that has taken so many artists that engendered fierce loyalty among the people they inspired, the year that opened with so many of my friends and loved ones being dragged backwards through an abattoir, mid-scream or crouched in a protective huddle, safe but still healing from what came before, the year that has reached 1/3 completion… is officially terminated.
Straight away, before it can take away anyone or anything else.
And, with the last few months I’ve had, I’m inclined to agree.
