As a Normal Day
It was the next day of my grandma’s death. I thought there are events related to her funeral but nothing special. I woke up at 8am and then cooked instant ramen. I topped sauteed vegetables on it. I wrote a blog article about my grandma and did paid tasks for a short time. I had dinner around 5:30pm with my parents. My dad said, “I didn’t do anything but tired”. He isn’t good at responding to irregular events like funerals. I got into bed at 9pm. Certainly, I was also tired. I wondered where she is wandering around this time. It would be the first block of hell, heaven or else.
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- As a Normal Day It was the next day that my grandma has been dead. I thought there are events related funeral but nothing special. I woke up at 8am and then cooked instant ramen. I put on sauteed vegetables on it. I wrote a blog article about my grandma and did paid tasks for a short time. I had dinner around 5:30pm with my parents. My dad said "I didn't do anything but tired". He isn't good at responding for irregular events like funeral. I got into bed at 9pm. Certainly, I was also tired. I wondered where does she wander around this time. It would be the first block of hell or heaven or else.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
