[Off-Network thoughts and feelings]
My work doesn't satisfy me.
I work with bones. Bones don't lie. Bones don't misrepresent themselves. Bones don't have an agenda. They are truth, laid out on the table for the observant eye to discern.
I'm not capable of doing this ethnography, or studying the deities, or any of this. Booth could do it. Booth works well with people. I can't. I'm only ever good with bones.
Of course I'd be stuck in a place where nobody ever dies.
[Public]
Dr. Goldsmith, I would like to request a leave of absence.