Errand-driven, haste, time management. It’s Christmas. City centers feel like surging flood channels. Anything goes: letting yourself be swept along, being carried with it, becoming part of it, being washed up at the waterkant of commerce, stepping out still. Earlier than usual, I feel tired this year. Queues and big corporations – nope, not this time. I will likely get another simple Bosna this. Eaten standing, outdoors – all while talking casually to strangers who might share a similar attitude about that time of the year. Or not. And remain a solitary gourmand. It’s my choice. And while that spectacle, unfazed, goes on, the decoupled me does some more thinking about love in general – entirely independent of that whole Christmas frenzy.