The strange slow curve against the mainline.
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.