An Endless Musical Night
The washroom closet door suddenly came off. I did not ask my father to fix my broken Birkenstock sandal, but he started fixing it anyway. I attended a Korean class. The lecture is getting more difficult each time. After class, I went to the bar Hakkenden, then moved to the bar Bucciarati, an Italian-style bar. I wondered if the bar near my former residence still existed. I had lived there more than ten years ago. The bar was still there, but it seemed to have changed into a different one. While I was looking at the outdoor menu board, a Black man spoke to me. He suggested we go inside. A jazz session was in progress. The atmosphere was great. After the main performance, the Black man got up on stage and sang. He must have been a professional, not an amateur. I talked with various people. I was excited by the gathering. In the end, I missed the last train. On top of that, I did not have my mobile phone. I decided to walk home. I stopped by a few convenience stores and bought a rice ball and a sandwich. I walked for over two hours. The sky was beginning to lighten. Finally, I arrived home exhausted. I took a shower right away and dove into bed just after 4:30 am. Phew!
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- Endless Long Music Night The washroom's closet door was suddenly broken(removed). I did not ask to fix my broken Birkenstok sandal but my father started fixing it. I attended a Korean class. The lecture is being difficult time by time. After the class, I went to the bar Hakkenden and then I moved to the bar Bucciarati. I got an idea if the bar which located my ex-residents is still exist. I lived there over 10 years ago. The bar was still a bar but it seemed chaged diferent one. When I was watching a outdoor menu board, a black man talked to me. He suggested we should enter the bar. A jazz session was happening. It was good mood. After their main music play, the black man go up to the stage and then sing songs. He must be a professional not amature. I talked various people. I was excited the gatheing. In the end, I lost my final train, furthermore; I did not have my mobile phone. I decieded to return my home by walk. I stopped by some convenience stores and I got rice ball and sandwhich. I walked over two hours. The sky was beginning to lighten. Finally, I reached my house with no energy. I took shower at once and I dived in the bed just after 4:30 am. Phew!
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
