There are important questions to have answers to. Who are you? What are you doing with your life? Do you love me? What's your favorite ice cream flavor? Are we going to make out later?
I lack the answers, but there is one question that really makes me look like a fool when I don't have an answer: who are your favorite artists?
It's important, while in Spain, to mention Picasso. But only his early periods. And when he drew fat people. Cezanne is lovely. But then I run out of names. The Catholic guys? The ceiling painter? The Ninja Turtles? How embarrassing. A wondering, young, charlatan without a favorite artist.
There are worse things. Like not having a favorite band. Or color.
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