This commonplace lunch box contains brownish bread, two slices of cheese (jong belegen), a bright red apple housing a happy worm, or a little mediterranean orange, or something as usual as:
- one piece of paper quoting some ragged up beatnik folk poet marijuana hipster demanding peace and freedom and free love
- one photo showing a naked goddess, the sexiest pin-up you've ever seen lying in the 40s of a twisted mind
- one dice to remember how everything is so random and absurd, a figure craved in each perfect flatness
- one magical sutra in a tiny roll, the spirituality of everyday life
Food for his stomach. Food for his eyes. Food for his mind.
- one piece of paper quoting some ragged up beatnik folk poet marijuana hipster demanding peace and freedom and free love
- one photo showing a naked goddess, the sexiest pin-up you've ever seen lying in the 40s of a twisted mind
- one dice to remember how everything is so random and absurd, a figure craved in each perfect flatness
- one magical sutra in a tiny roll, the spirituality of everyday life
Food for his stomach. Food for his eyes. Food for his mind.
This is not a commonplace dutch lunch box.
