A Normal Day
I did working, painting, and daily routines as usual. I considered what I did yesterday but I couldn’t find anything to write. In the afternoon, I took a shower then took a nap for an hour. I went to the bar Stiefel. I had two glasses of beer and a hot sandwich(cheese). Why dishes cooked by someone are tastier than those cooked by myself? I was wondering how long such a daily life will continue. I had soba and udon noodles for dinner. Finally, the bottle of mentsuyu ran out! I am sad. I retired for the day around 9pm but I woke up at 2 am or something then the new day’s morning came.
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- A Normal Day I did working, painting, and daily routines as usual. I considered what did I do yesterday but I couldn't found to write. In the afternoon, I took shower then took a nap for an hour. I went to the bar Stiefel. I had two glasses of beer and a hot sandwich(cheese). Why the dish was cooked by anyone is tastier than cooked by myself? I was wondering how long will continue such my daily life. I had soba and udon noodles for dinner. Finally, the bottle of mentsuyu run out! I am sad. I retired for the day around 9pm but I woke up 2 am or something then coming the new day's morning.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
