[ she says she only knew him as a shadow than as a boy, but it didn't matter, really. knowing one meant knowing both. a truth that she would learn shortly. ]
I've made it pretty obvious that I'm a chronicler of sorts, haven't I? A person who loves reading, history, and learning all that there is wherever I go—maintaining the perspective of both sides of any story or event. A Bookman.
[ a title; a role; a name to define him and the lifestyle he has welcomed and walked. though it also meant that it was a path that barely left an impression on anyone's mind, existing on both sides to any event. ]
If you haven't already guessed it, but in order to do that correctly, I couldn't afford myself to form bonds or to stay in a place for too long. A true account of history can't have any bias. So, once I finished a "recording", I would move on—discard the people who I met, the person that they knew... A name, a person, that history would forget and no ink would be wasted on them.
[ even the people who might have said they wouldn't have forgotten would. they would be forgotten by time and the person they met wasn't even real. just an account, a reference, for what had come. he speaks with a coldness in his voice, numb and even. ]
The "Lavi" you know here is the 49th version of myself that I've had to recreate for my current recording. A practiced act to make sure that I could blend in with everyone without drawing too much attention to myself. [ living so lightly that his touch barely reaches people. to leave only the briefest of impressions that no one is supposed to remember. a temporary friendly face. ] ...but this is a failed version of myself as a Bookman because I started to question what I was recording. I found myself caring about the people who I met; the people I traveled with. I prioritized them and got myself involved far more than I needed to.
I don't know who "Lavi" really is, but whoever they are, they've made connections with people who can no longer be just ink on paper.
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I've made it pretty obvious that I'm a chronicler of sorts, haven't I? A person who loves reading, history, and learning all that there is wherever I go—maintaining the perspective of both sides of any story or event. A Bookman.
[ a title; a role; a name to define him and the lifestyle he has welcomed and walked. though it also meant that it was a path that barely left an impression on anyone's mind, existing on both sides to any event. ]
If you haven't already guessed it, but in order to do that correctly, I couldn't afford myself to form bonds or to stay in a place for too long. A true account of history can't have any bias. So, once I finished a "recording", I would move on—discard the people who I met, the person that they knew... A name, a person, that history would forget and no ink would be wasted on them.
[ even the people who might have said they wouldn't have forgotten would. they would be forgotten by time and the person they met wasn't even real. just an account, a reference, for what had come. he speaks with a coldness in his voice, numb and even. ]
The "Lavi" you know here is the 49th version of myself that I've had to recreate for my current recording. A practiced act to make sure that I could blend in with everyone without drawing too much attention to myself. [ living so lightly that his touch barely reaches people. to leave only the briefest of impressions that no one is supposed to remember. a temporary friendly face. ] ...but this is a failed version of myself as a Bookman because I started to question what I was recording. I found myself caring about the people who I met; the people I traveled with. I prioritized them and got myself involved far more than I needed to.
I don't know who "Lavi" really is, but whoever they are, they've made connections with people who can no longer be just ink on paper.