A letter beside a hotel bed or drinking in a bar. They gaze out of the window of a moving train or read a book in a hotel lobby. Their faces are vulnerable and introspective. They may have just left someone or been left. They are in search of work, sex, or company, adrift in transient places. It is often night, and through the window lie the darkness and threat of the open country or of a strange city.
Alain De Botton
The Pleasure of Sadness ; Edward Hopper
2004
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