> Expecting a year to contain itself is what leads to this yearly disappointment everyone seems to experience. This thought reminds me of Utah Phillips in Ani

> Expecting a year to contain itself is what leads to this yearly disappointment everyone seems to experience. This thought reminds me of Utah Phillips in Ani DiFranco's song "Bridges": > Fifties, sixties, seventies, nineties, that whole idea of decade packages. Things don’t happen that way. The Vietnam War heated up in 1965 and ended in 1975. Well, what’s that got to do with decades? No, that packaging of time is a journalistic convenience that they use to trivialize and to dismiss important events and important ideas. I defy that. (And I say this having myself just told a family member that I'm sure people everywhere are happy for 2020 to be over.)