Just a Sunday
I worked at home as usual. These two to three days, I had a deep nightmare. I assume that I am tired of work, furthermore about my life. I didn’t go out anywhere. I often question myself “Are you satisfied with your life now?” I say “It’s okay but…”. You know, “BUT” is a serious problem. I had leftover oden, fried egg with lily bulb, and grilled mackerel for dinner. I went to bed at 9:30 p.m. then I read a book written by Yoko Mure “story about wallet”. It was not so bad.
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- Just a Sunday I worked at home as usual. These two to three days, I had deep nightmare. I assume that I am tired about work furthermore about my life. I didn't go out anywhere. I often question to me "Are you satisfied your life now?" I say "It's okay but...". You know, "BUT" is a serious problem. I had leftover oden, fried egg with lily bulb, and grilled mackerel.I went to bed at 9:30 p.m. then I read a book written by Yoko Mure "story about wallet". It was not so bad.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
