Works by Edward Hopper

There once was a man who never though to make much of himself. sure he went through his schooling and had his parents there for him when he needed them, but he never intended to make much of his life due to lack of motivation that the world seemed to leave out for him. merely just existing now- no family, friends, or relatives for his parents had passed on around his early thirties. currently living in his abandoned box cart he found along an empty train track route that just like him has been left alone in the world with not much, if anything at all to offer. "Maybe he'll change." they said as he grew up "It's just a phase", but no; Not with the world we live in today. Is there really purpose for this one man? everyday people grow up to go to school everyday, until they're old enough then they say "go to college, and educate yourself." then that person has debt from "educating themselves" and then goes on to work. This person works all day, and for what? To pay off their debt that they got from going onto college to receive an education. and now the person is old and decides to retire, with what really that the person achieved in life? making money? getting a nice house? "Materialistic fundamentals are not worthy enough to be living for." the hobo says, " And yet people still ask me why I didn't do something with my life, when all along they saw I had nothing to offer."