There's a gravity to this year. Gravity in its solemnity, but also in its weight, in its heaviness. In the significance of current events, in the feeling that our actions and lack thereof are defining history. We moved to Minneapolis in May. At the time, it was a unique experience. Shops were closed with COVID lockdowns, and many online retailers were out of stock, or experiencing significant shipping delays, so our apartment remained unfurnished for weeks. We welcomed the new city, our first place together, with a mattress on the floor. We joked at the time that we had installed a bidet before a bed frame, because who knew when the next toilet paper shortage would come. You remember that phase, right? The novelty of it? The "can't wait to tell my grandkids about.."? Well if May 2020 in Minneapolis is ringing any bells for you, you're quite right- the story picks up at pace from there. George Floyd was murdered on May 25, 2020 by the Minneapolis Police . Video