It’s 2020. Twenty Twenty. TWO THOUSAND AND TWENTY. How has this happened? It is now the future. Unequivocally so. Disappointingly, it seems Marty and Doc have driven us into an alternate timeline.
In this dystopian future Biff Donald Trump is president, Boris Johnson is prime minister and we are all in self-imposed quarantine due to a global pandemic. If I had watched this episode of Black Mirror, I would have dismissed it all as being a bit far-fetched.
Maybe complete lock-down won’t be so bad. Sure I’ll have to wipe my arse with an IKEA catalogue but now I’ll have time to pick up where I left off.
From January 2018 to December 2018 I had a little adventure. It already seems like a lifetime ago. I have been worried that I may not remember. The finer details now fuzzy around the edges. Can this be a truly honest account of what happened? Will I be making it up? I’ll give it my best shot. It’s time to commit the stories and memories to paper as the world crumbles around me.
South Wales to New South Wales 