Nothing Special
I thought my landlord would return from their long trip that day, but it seemed they had not come back yet. Because it was the end of the month, I recorded and checked my financial data. This month was not good. Things were slightly stable, but the difficult situation continued. It took a lot of time, and around 6:30 pm, I went to the bar Vlaar. This place made me feel like a stranger. The bartender, George, gave nuts to another customer but not to me. I did not want any nuts, but the gesture made me feel a little sad. I had scrambled eggs, lettuce, cheese, and bread for dinner. I considered visiting a bar again, but I went to bed instead. I felt as if something was chasing me and I wanted to escape somewhere.
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- Not A Special Day I wondered that day, my landlord will come back from their long trip but it seemed not yet. I recorded and check financial data because the end of the month. This month is not good, slightly stable but the severe situation continued. It was time consuming and then around 6:30 pm, I went to the bar Vlaar. This place made me a stranger. The bartender George gave nuts to other customer but not to me. I do not want to nuts but the behavior made me sad a bit. I had scramble egg, lettuce, cheese, and bread for dinner. I considered to visit the bar again but I went to bed. I felt something chasing and to want to escape somewhere.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
