Waiting for My Father to Go to Bed
I woke up around 10:30 am. I went to the cafe Yamaneko at 5 pm. When I entered the cafe, the owner was talking with a young lady, so he said, “Please do not come in such a good mood with her!” We laughed. I visited the bar Nagomi. There was a disgusting old man. He had rudely put his legs on the storage space under the table. I left and walked around. I sat on a bench in a park. I reflected on whether my behavior was appropriate for my life. Why did I feel such deep hatred toward my father? I walked to the bar Kitaro, but it seemed to be reserved, so I went to the standing bar Tonbo. The atmosphere was just as bad as during my last visit. I moved to the nearest station and found the bar L.d.k. It was my first time visiting there, but it had a good mood. I talked with the bar owner for an hour. I had only a glass of white wine. Finally, it was past 10 pm. I went to bed just before 11 pm.
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- Waiting For My Father Go To Bed I woke up around 10:30 am. I went to the cafe Yamaneko at 5 pm. When I entered the cafe, the owner was talking with young lady so he said "Please do not come in such a good mood with her!". We were laughing. I visited the bar Nagomi. There was a disgusting old man. He put his legs on the bag storage space under the table rudely. I went out and I walked around. I sat down a bench at a park. I concidered if my behavior is not correct for my life. Why I felt so deep hatrid to my father. I walked to the bar Kitaro but it seemed private reservation so I went to the standing bar Tombo. It was bad atmosphere as the same as my last visiting. I moved to the nearest station and I found the bar L.d.k. It was the firtst time visiting there but it was good mood. I talked with the bar owner for an hour. I had only a glass of white wine. Finally, the time had passed after 10 pm. I went to bed just before 11 pm.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
