Crying at Izakaya
I went to a Japanese style bar that is called izakaya last night. Of course, I didn’t have the best health condition but my feeling was bad so I wanted to go there for a change. I had vinegared octopus, four chicken skewers and two oden. I had a bottle keep of soju but I didn’t drink very much. I was aware of how empty and lonely days in the US are for me. What is wrong? What should I do? I don’t know but I dropped a tear.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
