Excerpt:

The man sat in the café emptying teaspoons of sugar into his coffee. One after another the white grainy substance dissolving as after pouring, a spoon would stir the crystalline compound and it would mix with the coffee, which, after several minutes of this distracted ritual, was now more sugar than coffee and threatening to escape its confines and find a new resting place atop the white saucer. Unbeknownst to him, he was waiting for someone—a friend who often frequented this place and who, when this mood struck him, was one of the few who could speculate upon the thoughts that crossed the man’s mind. Who knows how many thoughts had drifted across the man’s mind as he sat there with his hand moving mechanically from sugar pot to cup. There was his job to think about and of course his family and their well being, but there was also the general condition of things around him which seemed to be a topic that much employed his mind as of late. The young man’s mind was constantly adopting a new point of view to which he would cling with all the fervor and passion of an idealistic youth. Today he had somehow ended up here after wandering the streets aimlessly for what could have been minutes or hours for all the sense of time the man kept upon these wanderings. He had come in as though it were just an extension of his walk and landed himself upon a chair, but though his feet had ceased their wide canter his hand had taken up the movement which the youthful energy commanded.