A Gloomy Day
I got out of bed around 1 pm. I did not have any motivation. Furthermore, I wanted to end my life. Just after 5:30 pm, I called a taxi to get to the craft beer bar. On the way there, traffic was congested due to rush hour. The bar is my favorite one in Vietnam, but I could not enjoy myself that day. It was Friday, so there were too many customers, and it was noisy. I moved to a local Vietnamese restaurant. I had a large fried egg and stir-fried noodles. The portions were too large for me to finish by myself, so almost half of the food was left over. I returned to my hotel and continued drinking. I felt a sense of emptiness. I did not feel any positive energy throughout the entire day. I went to bed around 1 am.
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- A Gloomy Day I went out of bed around 1 pm. I did not have any motivation, furthermore, I wanted to end of my life. Just after 5:30 pm, I called a taxt to get the craft beer bar. On the way there, traffic was congested due to communiting period. The bar is my favourite one in Vietnam but I could not enjoy this day. It was Friday so there were too much customers and nosiy. I moved to a local Vietnamese restaurant. I had big fried egg and stir-fried noodles. It was too large to finish by myself so Almost half of them was leftovered. I returned my hotel and continued drinking. I felt emptiness. I did not feel any up-tempo things for an entire day. I went to bed around 1 am.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
