Timelessness
  

Admits an age in which politically, socially, and geographically, Vienna, as well as much of Europe was reassessing its landscape, the coffeehouse remained a psychological constant to which its patrons could habitually return and frequent. In this way, an individual inherited a personal sense of timelessness. Quite literally, they could wile away their time, contemplating life and reading newspaper. As Alfred Polgar said, "It is a true asylum for people who have to kill time so as to not be killed by it." It was a refuge, where one could sit around doing virtually nothing, should they choose, and still feel productive, all to spite the pressure they might feel by the perception of time in life, as in speeds up. Polgar goes on to say that "The intimidation's of eternity do not penetrate the walls of the Cafe Central, and between them you enjoy the sweet unconcern of the moment." Where as the notion of eternity is heavy, the timelessness of the coffeehouse gives the ability to live in a single moment with virtually no concern for the next. All you have to do is chill and drink espressos with your homies and not think about how intimidating the world is and how much you want to jab hot pokers in our eye sockets.
    

Purposelessness embodies the charm of sitting in the coffeehouse; progress isn't urgent, and for that, there is no guilt. "Central-people are always attracted, like the murderer to the scene of a crime, to where they already killed so much time, wiped out entire years." It has the air of an addictive atmosphere which heightens the senses. It is a little chunk out of reality where the ideal freedom of the human mind can be achieved.