Lingering along shopping streets some days before christmas is an ambivalent adventure. You may start with a smile on your face, almost loughing at all these stressed out creatures passing by. People jamming chinese pasta while walking and aiming at the next store. Lights guiding you, getting you down on a runway, discharging directly at the abyss of another store. Flight-controllers failing constantly - collision with other planes - I am not Bruce Willis - this is bare life. A pug with hoody passing by - cars honking at bikers - bikers shouting at walkers - me being upset cause my smile vanished into a "get the hell out of here"-expression - wonderful christmas time.
Ignore the moral spin of the story; its just an description of what I´ve seen - christmas aint the feast of love, charity and reflection - at least the days before - it is the feast of pugs with hoodies; of warfare on a sane mind; of mere destruction and evilness. More concise - the days before christmas - are anti-christmas.
In that sense - I wish all of you a joyful (anti-)christmas and some nice days with nice people.
