Welling Sight { pencil on a ribbed paper sold edition}
October 12, 2026 at 5:58 pm,
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And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, And in short, I was afraid."
— T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
"Man is a creature who lives not by bread alone, but by catchwords... We are all neighbors in the same prison, each locked in his own private cell."
— Albert Camus, The Fall
"There is a light in this world, a healing sort of light, but it doesn't belong here. It belongs in that other place where the sun comes from. Down here it's just about all we can do to keep from freezing."
— Cormac McCarthy, The Road