WHY GENERATION

As the sunset on an unusually warm Sunday evening, the maskless masses took to their seats at the London O2 Arena. We filtered through the isles of metal chairs on concrete flooring, welcomed by soundscapes of birdsong and soft glowing amber lighting. Having arrived uncharacteristically early I sat and listened. The birdsong subtly moved from America to Britain, across to south Europe. Amplified through giant monitors to fill the space, the size of the venue was striking. Ever the optimist, I’d describe it as half full.