scripture

“Olivian…, almost before you were a man, you were already a man of letters.”
~ Fragments from Italian Comedy, Pleasures and Regrets, Marcel Proust

one who inquires, observes, learns. pens the certain and uncertainty of distilled truths, the mellifluous words and all the charming phrases his soul must write—despite the prescriptions of propriety, the conscription of society and homogenous pall it imposes.

i am
a man of letters

i suppose
i imagine
i declare
i dare
i will
i believe
i become

scribo ergo sum.

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