Dear lord, what couldn't she do, except believe?
A critical mind and clear wit, nothing got past her. As a sceptic and atheist in a world that hides magic from us every day, I did not understand her nearly as well when I was younger.
I love her all the more now.
Fox Mulder made so much more sense to me when I was younger, and now I feel the ever-present pull between the struggle to realize something more exceptional than ordinary life and my own skepticism. I love that Mulder will always strive towards the unnatural and unlikely at any possible moment. He is a time capsule of my lost faith in the supernatural.
What more is there to say about this one?
"Dear Diary: Today my heart leapt when Agent Scully suggested spontaneous human combustion."
I made this pair of Mulder & Scully gouache paintings for fun -