The aged man hunches meaningfully over the smooth glassy table with a flour-crusted loaf of bread resting on the surface. The reflection of the table mimics the bread’s unmoving position. The freshly baked loaf of bread lies next to the firmly planted elbows of the elderly man. Next to the bread lies a razor-sharp knife with a wooden handle, and next to that, a half-empty seemingly charred bowl. A strong aroma from the soup sifts through the air as the old man inhales and exhales. His white hair tucks neatly behind his ears, as his rough beard scruffs the collar of his jacket. Green seams line his wooly coat, and the red and green pattern race over each other like interconnecting streams of water. Wrinkles burrow deeply into the man’s forehead
