Doomed to solitude by my imagination
The idea of you
Is so far beyond what is possible
For any human being
Which is why I leave you there
With him
While I remain here
And watch
The person I imagine you to be
But whom I know does not exist
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I’ve used images created by Edward Hopper as writing prompts several times, this one most often. It pulls me in. I imagine crisp night air outside, contrasting with a blast of warmth, upon entry. Stale cigarette smoke and burnt coffee assault the senses. A staticky radio softly plays an upbeat Cole Porter song, ignored by three of the four individuals. They each have a story waiting to be told.
A lot from Lydia 
You talking about me and Colin Firth? 😆 Lydia–I hope you are doing well.
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😁 Colin… 😭 Oh, poor Colin. I’m about to give up on him.
I’ll can happily live vicariously through you two.
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And now that you mention it, I think that is his back in the painting!
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It’s an impressive painting — I first saw it when it was re-enacted by the Pageant of the Masters in Laguna Beach.
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I’d love to have seen that!
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Very moody Lydia. I am a philistine who has not heard of Edward Hopper, but by the end of today, I shall be informed. 💚
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