We are all embedded in a greater, cosmic rhythm. Seasons change, days line up one after another, months merge into a larger whole. A reliable rhythm that closes into a circle after the past 365 days, only to begin anew once again. As the year 2025 draws to a close, I become aware that my inner world moves independently of it. Not guided by a calendar – but unpredictable, fluid, and capable of change. Between the years, the landscape of thoughts feels even wilder than usual. L

I watch people move through pedestrian zones with oversized shopping bags, weaving around one another, blocking each other’s paths—as if haste were a silent guarantee of success for the great celebration of love. At the same time, social media stories flood our screens: opened little doors whose contents seem to compete with one another in uniqueness and creativity. One – so it appears – more indispensable than the next.It feels like outdated teleshopping, only more subtle.