"Sunday" by Edward Hopper
Hopper’s cityscapes often include a single figure. I think this adds to the solitude and introspection of the moment. Here is a man, alone, sitting in front of his unnamed shop, just thinking. It’s 1926 bd (before devices) and he has nothing else to do but think. How odd would this be today? Most people today wouldn’t want to be caught dead with themselves (me included). So if this picture gives you some pleasure it might be because it appeals to the you buried beneath the emails, snap chats, and tweets. That you isn’t gone, but with so much noise it’s hard to find. Maybe this picture or my next will help.