I hard to imagine someone like me in love, although sometimes I do and feels good.
Mariano is my name and when I take off my headphones I remember reality sucks
favorite artists: Edward Hopper (1882-1967)
“It’s (the lack of communication between the people in his paintings) probably a reflection of my own, if I may say, loneliness. I don’t know. It could be the whole human condition.”
“Hopper is simply a bad painter, but if he were a better one, he would probably not be such a great artist.” — Clement Greenberg
(via stateofindifference)
from Maybe I just needed reminding that I could.