Attending the Funeral

I left my house just before 11:30 am. Eri and I stopped by a supermarket, and I bought a bouquet of lilies. My friend Kristine worked there, and she packed it in a funeral style. As we walked along the road, I met an acquaintance whom I often see at the bar. We arrived at a nursing home. The room number was 309. Before visiting, I saw another funeral taking place in room 115. I saw a man named Dirk Pieter, who was 93 years old. He was my landlord Janine’s father. I met my landlord’s relatives, whom I had last seen two years ago. The ceremony was very short and quickly finished. We then moved to Restaurant Fase Fier. I had a beer, and we talked with all the attendees. We left around 4 pm. Eri and I went to Vlaar, which had taken over Johnny’s Cafe. It remained a fully furnished commercial property, with everything left intact. After that, I went to My Way. In total, I had seven or eight beers that day. After returning home, I cooked kale oil spaghetti for dinner. For some reason, it turned out quite delicious. I went to bed just before 9 pm.

Tomoni Shintaku

Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.