The future is shared. Photo/Babiche Martens
How do we make sense of last year – and the most of this year? Kim Knight would like a crystal ball.
She was standing under a pōhutukawa carrying a plate of asparagus rolls. Summer,
New Zealanders hugged and kissed their way into summer. We bought tickets to Crowded House concerts and we wore purple gingham party frocks. The past is a foreign country, but so is the rest of the world’s present. On Twitter, @fontsensitive wrote: “I put earbuds in to listen to a cathedral advent service from 2019 in England and within moments I was sobbing because of the sound of a large crowd rumbling and then going quiet, and a small chair squeak.”