Peter Vogel – the sound of time passing
Location: Maison Keyser (cafe)
The smell of fresh muffins, bread and coffee linger in the atmosphere. The brown and orange tones comfort me as I walk into the restaurant tentatively. A man sits across me waiting impatiently, staring down at his beverage, as water descends on the table. He crosses his arms and taps his foot frantically as I observe his impatience.
