Keyboard Entry [Text 001]
Perhaps it should not have surprised me when upon my arrival the Fate knew of me and even went so far as to cordially greet me not by a designation but rathre by name. But whereas she is a being of some power and perhaps omniscience or possesses consciousness to a higher degree as concerns the unwitting inhabitants of the island, those same inhabitants should not have any such knowledge. My lack of surprise at her knowledge of me is therefore no precursor to any assumptions I could have held about the menagerie of people I've met.
But what has surprised me is their knowledge of me. In my time I am not a great man, and I have accomplished very little. My greatest accomplishments in my current time have been those the public would never know about and never will. My flying machine, for example, and its fateful journey across the skies of Venezia one clear night. I shall never forget the exhilaration I felt watching my dear friend Ezio take such a courageous leap of faith and for a moment it felt as if I too were clinging to what must have felt like an unsteady frame constructed by a madman.
I've never considered myself a good businessman but an absolute opportunist. If I see something that interests me I can become maddeningly focused on it. This includes any desires I might have, such as my current wish to have a private space to work. As fond as I am, and I am greatly greatly fond, of Ted there are some things that I do not wish him to see me working on. I hope that he can forgive me this as I enjoy our workshop very much, and I do intend to still live there and work there. But my friendships and associates creates a need and need's must a space of my own.
To this end I have inquired of the male Fate known as Xephir about such a space of which I can humbly call mine own insofar as its location on the small island. I am hoping that the small amount of notoriety it seems my legacy has garnered me will help me in getting a few commissions as I would open the doors of the shop as a business of sorts. I'm not quite sure if anyone on the island would have need of any artwork being as most do not even wish to be here to begin with, but again, needs must. If I am to have a workshop it seems I am fated to open a shop portion of it.
[attached at the bottom is a random scribble with patches of illegible mirror-writing]
But what has surprised me is their knowledge of me. In my time I am not a great man, and I have accomplished very little. My greatest accomplishments in my current time have been those the public would never know about and never will. My flying machine, for example, and its fateful journey across the skies of Venezia one clear night. I shall never forget the exhilaration I felt watching my dear friend Ezio take such a courageous leap of faith and for a moment it felt as if I too were clinging to what must have felt like an unsteady frame constructed by a madman.
I've never considered myself a good businessman but an absolute opportunist. If I see something that interests me I can become maddeningly focused on it. This includes any desires I might have, such as my current wish to have a private space to work. As fond as I am, and I am greatly greatly fond, of Ted there are some things that I do not wish him to see me working on. I hope that he can forgive me this as I enjoy our workshop very much, and I do intend to still live there and work there. But my friendships and associates creates a need and need's must a space of my own.
To this end I have inquired of the male Fate known as Xephir about such a space of which I can humbly call mine own insofar as its location on the small island. I am hoping that the small amount of notoriety it seems my legacy has garnered me will help me in getting a few commissions as I would open the doors of the shop as a business of sorts. I'm not quite sure if anyone on the island would have need of any artwork being as most do not even wish to be here to begin with, but again, needs must. If I am to have a workshop it seems I am fated to open a shop portion of it.
[attached at the bottom is a random scribble with patches of illegible mirror-writing]