I feel like I’ve lost sight of myself, Mulder. It’s hard to see, let alone find, in the darkness of covert locations. I mean, I wish I could say that we were going in circles, but we’re not. We’re going in an endless line, two steps forward and three steps back. While my own life is standing still.
Mulder sass on full blast.
It’s crazy that one painting can make you feel so much better.