The strange slow curve against the mainline.
by waxbanks
MULDER: I didn’t think anyone was really paying attention.
MAX FENIG: Somebody’s always paying attention, Mr Mulder. (X)
something true about it. being recognized at a distance. that feeling, open fields, featureless. you’re the feature, the blot: you the stain. inexplicable black shape against wheatfield offyellow.
you listening to the shortwave alone at night. you playing the guitar alone at night. you alone at night. you alone.
wax banks 