Cannot Concentrate
These days, my brain is full of money. I am concerned about what would happen if my financial situation collapsed. I did the laundry. I have to prepare various things before going back to Japan. I visited the library. I tried to write a blog, but I ended up doing something else: handling money. I visited the bar Stiefel. I found a photo of a man on the bar counter. I asked the bar owner, Maria, if he had passed away. She told me he died of a heart attack and that his relatives had a party at the bar the previous day. I cooked discounted pork fillet and instant jasmine rice for dinner. I went to bed around 9 pm (I did not check the clock before falling asleep, so I do not know the precise time).
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- Cannot Concentrate These days, my brain full of money. I concered about if my financila situation crashed. I did the laundry. I have to prepare various things for going back to Japan. I visited the library. I tried to write a blog but I did another thing, handling money! I visited the bar Stiefel. I found a photo of a man on the bar counter. I asked bar owner Maria if he passed away. She told me he died due to heart attack and his relatives had a party at the bar previous day. I cooked discounted pork fillet for dinner and instant jasmine rice for dinner. I went to bed around 9 pm (I did not check a clock before fell asleep so I did not know the precise time).
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
