Suzanne Harrington: Get out of your head, be a radical do-gooder
We are probably all in agreement that so far 2020 has been the temporal equivalent of that party when your acid trip went wrong and you ended up crouched in a corner fending off the giant carnivorous bats that nobody else could see, except in 2020, everyone can see them, because they are real, and coming for us all.
No amount of banana bread can fend them off. Watching horror movies has been usurped by 2am doom scrolling. If 2020 were a dog, we’d have shot it by April.
