Hayden Hartman

Fifty-Year-Old Apples

Suited up in their usual spiel of black and white, carrying these trays and cups to and from, they encircle us. We are ensnared in a prison of a most eccentric design. The hours and minutes may pass freely, that granted, the scenery outside changing and the roads convulsing... Pushing its citizens out of view, anywhere and anytime. Yet these waiters and chefs remain, serving and observing habits as to increase their service quality (customers never move, but are stationary objects; and from the views of chefs behind metal structures they resemble bills).