%$§#ß/(&Z%$#%/(&/)$!!!! (= some really foul Italian swear words)
Guess I’m abandoning this clearly failed attempt. But leaving it here as a reminder that it is never a good idea to start with something difficult after not having touched a pencil in years. That I very deliberately killed the perfectionist I once was. And I’m only half discouraged, half depressed, half angry at myself. I was better when I was twelve. No matter. "Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better” Samuel Beckett wrote. I’ll be eleven again.
A (by me) interrupted kiss between Mulder and Scully, in case it was not clear. I love them. Much more than myself.
