I would like to believe that my records are unaffected by the events of my own life, however it is with no little sadness that I must comment on the passing of my colleague, Doctor Andrew Makeson
Makeson was among the very short list of people I have considered a colleague and friend, and he has been one of the few to never suggest I turn from my duty. Indeed, among the many pages I have collected, entire shelves have been penned by him. His mind had begun to slip away in his later years, but he never stopped writing, perhaps understanding even in his fragile sate just how important the power of he written word can be. Before me sits his final works, and they will be added to the collection. I have decided to mark his passing by honoring his works here, however I cannot possibly demonstrate in so few words the weight of the many he leaves as a legacy.
I will grieve. The collector will collect. On myself, I will speak no more. On my friend, I will speak volumes, when I have found the pieces that do him the respect he deserves.
The Mainifesto
- The Collector
- I am a collector of texts. This is who I am and what I do to pass the long afternoons of my life, for my own amusement and for the sake of any who stuble across my collection. I cannot comment on the quality of these works, except to say that they amuse me. Some are mediocre, and written with little thought for conclusion. Some are well written, and would do well in the published world. Some stories never happened, and yet still others are true. These distinctions I leave to the mind of the reader. They are my collection, and they all hold equal place in the annals I record, unjudged by the fickle foibles of taste and talent which are so prevalant in this world. Perhaps you will enjoy these stories, perhaps you will not. It is not for me to know, and I will not judge you if you see no merit in them after reading them in full. Who am I to judge? I am only The Collecter.
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