Theft of electricity
My mom sent me an image yesterday. It’s of my parents house’s outer wall. There are two portable chargers dangling from an outlet. It was clear that someone had stolen electricity from my parents’ house. My parents called the police who would take them for evidence of the crime but my dad didn’t accept their offer, because he was afraid of revenge or something. He packed them in a plastic bag then he left them in the original place. Two days later, they were taken away by somebody. It was extremely scary. By the way, I had Fukanoya’s grilled fish bento but I’m bored with the restaurant.
Heads-up! These aren't journal entries – they're crafted essays written in English.
Thoughtful, personal, and cross-cultural.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
