What will 2024 look like from the future? How will history books record our actions to protect Palestine, or Ukraine? What will they say about the things we did to safeguard democracy from darkness? Will we have made sure AI serves our collective interests? Will we have stopped believing it’s grown up to let our lives be defined by the narrowest of interests?

Experiencing a sense of normality right now has an element of cognitive dissonance about it, and yet most of us do. Trump, an emboldened Putin, a possible European Parliament swing to the far right, the push-back on women’s rights, climate spiralling, farmers spraying manure onto capital streets, a dystopian reality is taking shape under our paralysed gaze. And still it doesn’t seem possible that things could truly be worse. Or better.

We are experiencing a crisis of faith, a drought of the imagination. But the history books are not yet written. We’re a multitude bound by our humanity. The things that seem fixed in our lives are largely our own inventions. We can do better and might.

Come along so we can replenish our collective hope reserves.