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A Long Day
I had udon noodles for breakfast but I felt nausea so I could not finish them. I went to SMBC bank to change my registered phone number around noon. I met a black man who came from Congo. We talked a bit there. I had time to meet my relative so I had to kill time. He, Abe-san, came around 5pm at front of PARCO. We went to a standing bar which he is familiar with. We had some draft Sapporo beers and so forth. He knew a lot of people, and every customer who came in greeted him. We separated around 7pm then I had soba noodles at an udon shop. When I returned home, my mom had invited many of her friends and they were drinking together. They were all over 70 or 80 years old. I spent an hour with them and went to bed around 11pm.
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- A Long Day I had a udon noodles for breakfast but I felt nausea so I could not finish it. I went to SMBC bank to change my registered phone number around noon. I met a black man who came from Congo. We talked a bit there. I had time to meet my relative so I had to kill the time. He, Abe-san, came around 5pm at front of PARCO. We went to a standing bar which he knows well. We had some draft Sapporo beers and so forth. He knew a lot of people, and every customer who came in greeted him. We separated around 7pm then I had soba noodles at udon shop. I returned home then my mom invited her friends. They were all over 70 or 80 years old. I spent an hour with them and went to bed around 11pm.
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Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.