No Bars
I thought that I did not want to go to the bar that night. Because the previous Wednesday, the bar owner Rob asked me, “Do you want to come for dinner tomorrow?” This question is quite annoying when I intend to skip it. I went to the supermarket and got a canned IPA beer. During the daytime, I did my daily routine and took a shower. Everything was perfect for me. I started dinner around 5:30 pm. While having dinner, I watched outside the window. I saw clouds moving and changing their shape. I was able to think about many topics deeply. Around 7:30 pm, a housemate who is Indian came back. Her cooking spread a very strong spicy smell. It was too strong and made me feel sick. I hated it. I have to say this is a kind of smell harassment. I read books and fell asleep just after 9 pm, but I woke up more than ten times for some reason. It was a weird night.
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- No Bars I thought that I do not want to go the bar that night. Because, the former day of Wednesday, the bar owner Rob asked me "Don't you want to come the dinner tomorrow?". The question is quite annoying when I intend to skip it. I went to the supermarket and got a canned IPA beer. During daytime, I did daily routine and took shower. Everysthing was perfect for me. I started the dinner around 5:30 pm. During having dinner, I watched outside of the window. I saw moving and changing the form of clouds. I was able to think many topics deeply. Around 7:30 pm, a sharemate who is Indian came back. Her cooking was spread super spicy smell. It was too strong and made me sick. I hate it. I have to say, this is kind of smell harrasment. I read books and fell asleep just after 9 pm but I woke up over ten times for some reason. It was wired night.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
