A Meaningless Day
I went to work, back home and having a meal then sleeping. Astonishingly, I didn’t have any special things. If the day was skipped magically, I would never recognize it. I was slacking off at my business yesterday. Honestly speaking, I didn’t work 5 hours of 8 hours. I had a Swai Fillet plate for dinner. It was a quite big white fish. It was $10. I read a book about WW2 and juvenile crime. Both books are mainly young men’s stories even though completely different. I wonder if I find any common denominators on them.
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- A Meaningless Day I went to work, back to home and having meal then sleeping. Astonishingly, I didn't have any special things. If the day was skipped magically, I would never recognize of it. I was slacking off at my business yesterday. Honestly speaking, I didn't work 5 hours of 8 hours. I had a Swai Fillet plate for dinner. It was a quite big white fish. It was $10. I read a book about WW2 and juvenile crime. Both books are mainly young men story even though completely different. I wonder if I find any common denominators on them.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
