Café Central
A Toast to Aesthetics
Café Central was the metaphysical home of the European intelligentsia—
a physical idea, containing the wrath of untamed, contagious
conversations—a smoke-filled room of immorality and social decay—
unsavory, yet sweet—a toast to aesthetic decadence—watching the
leaves fall.
Here—“the individual is always defeated in the end”—naiveté remains a
death wish—“a capsule—private—minimal—round”—“dialects a kind of
false teeth”—where “proof destroys even the truest things”.
In Café Central—we find the leading survivors of the Austro-Hungarian
empire—“this cesspool of vice—where nothing was right anymore—where
people lay in bed until noon, or else were aesthetics—only chattering
about books”—
