“We keep company in this world with a hoard of abstractions and reflections and counterfeits of ourselves—the intellectual man, the economic man, the man of reason, the beast, the machine, the sleep walker, and heaven knows what besides–all in our own image, indistinguishable from ourselves to the outward eye. We get borne along, out of sight, unresisting, till we get the chance to drop behind unnoticed or to dodge down a side street, pause, breathe freely, and take our bearings, or to push ahead, outdistancing our shadows, and leading them in a game of chase. Whatever device we choose, at long last the truth catches up with us, looking us at once in the eyes, knowing full well that we all have secrets we shall never share.”
~Taken from the novel ‘Brideshead Revisited’
Paint peels from a statue slowly revealing the scarred interior that lies beneath, The Biltmore Estate, Asheville NC
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