Like a Box of Chocolates
Last year felt like the world had accidentally signed up for the least-desirable subscription service— and somehow kept forgetting to cancel it. It was one of those watershed, tide-turning, where-were-you-when years, whose ending provided a reminder of the illusion of time, because the new year's beginning did not magically fix last year's mess. But the messiness is where the realizations occur, where strong bonds are tempered, and weak bonds are melted away. If necessity is the parent of invention, then the business of inventing in 2020 was thriving.
