the short wanderer

"The thought of losing so much control over personal happiness is unbearable... ... You love someone, you open yourself up to suffering, that's the sad truth. That's the burden." October had passed without an entry published; my mind has been all over the places for the past weeks. In spite of the hassles and inconveniences, I have been watching Bones, an American crime TV series that I have always enjoyed merely due to the fact that the main character is a forensic anthropologist. I actually thought that if I am ever going to share anything from the series it would be something more forensic or anthropologically related, yet here I am, quoting an excerpt from the deleted section of Brennan's novel (above) - nothing akin to forensic nor anthropology. I just find it very complicated to discern how over time, I have transitioned from one extreme side of the scale to the opposite end: from someone who never seemed to care at all to someone who cares