A Relatively Healthy Day
I left a memo for my father: “Please stop spitting phlegm until I leave my parents’ house.” Miraculously, it worked. (However, this morning he started his disgusting spitting phlegm habit again. Damn!) I went to Cafe Yamaneko and read some books. I stopped by a drugstore and got some toothbrushes to bring back to the Netherlands. I visited Bar Nagomi and returned home. I had dinner with my parents. The leftover simmered hijiki seaweed was delicious. I did not drink too much, and then I went to bed around 11 pm and read a book called The True Story of a Liar by Mariko Yonehara for over an hour.
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- A Moderate Day I left a memo-randam to my father; Plesase stop sppiting until I leave the parents house. Miracurously, it was worked (However, this morning he re-started disgusting spittig habit. Damn!). I went to the cafe Yamaneko and read books. I stopped by a drugstore and got some tooth brshes to bring back to The Netherlands. I visited the bar Nagomi and returned home. I had dinner with my parents. Leftovered simmered Hijiki seaweed was delicious. I did not driki too much then I went to bed around 11 pm and read a book called Usotsuki-Anya-no-Makkana-Shinjitsu for over an hour.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
