The Last Night
It was the last day, sleeping at my parent’s house. I woke up around 11pm then went out. I visited an okonomiyaki shop. I had a bottle of beer and normal okonomiyaki. After I came back home, I did packing for leaving. I got many supplements, EBIOS, so my luggage was full. For dinner, my mom cooked a kind of beef steak. It was an expensive one so the taste was good. I thought we, my dad and my mom, talked a lot but we did not have much conversation. I thought if I would go to have a dinner somewhere. I went to bed just before 11pm. I would have felt slight loneliness. How many times have I felt such a feeling in my life.
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- The Last Night It was the last day, sleeping at parent's house. I woke up around 11pm then went out. I visited an okonomiyaki shop. I had a bottle of beer and normal okonomiyaki. After I came back home, I did packing for leaving. I got many supplements, EBIOS, so my luggage was being full. For dinner, my mom cooked kind of beef steak. It was expensive one so the taste was good. I thought we, my dad and my mom, talked a lot but we did not have many conversation. I thought if I would go to have a dinner somewhere. I went to bed just before 11pm. I felt slight loneliness. How many times I felt such a feeling in my life.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
