His Mother Died
My landlord’s mother passed away yesterday. He has to go to the Philippines for her funeral. I heard that her mother had been bedridden. I had a breakfast plate at a restaurant. There were three eggs, bacon, rice, and hashbrown. It was $7 but quite heavy. The waiter sang a song to follow the BGM. She recommended me the song’s singer. “She is the queen of Soul”, she said. She told me the singer’s name was Aretha Franklin. I had a yakitori bowl for dinner through Grubhub. It was a Japanese-style bowl, but it was poor-quality.
Heads-up! These aren't journal entries – they're crafted essays written in English.
Thoughtful, personal, and cross-cultural.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
