The Record Keeper

A figure sits behind a desk softly lit by a small desk lamp, writing drawing and documenting; he is the record keeper. He steps out of the shadows; his silver grey hair glistens in the light; his face is disguised by huge black framed  glasses. He takes pride in his appearance with shiny black shoes, a three piece suit and a perfectly pressed shirt.

               Behind the polished confident exterior is a very uncertain man, a hermit who can’t deal with the outside world and as locked himself within his fortress of records. He is fascinated by the mundane events of the outside world, people’s behaviour and interaction, and of the evolution of the city which he observes from inside this fortress. He works alone, obsessing to ensure everything will be documented and preserved for those who understand the great importance of this knowledge base; with the hope that one day when he is gone, someone else rejected from the outside world will come and continue his valuable work.

                It is a rare occasion that someone will venture in to search or request a file; no one see the value of his work, which is why he works alone. Recording such a wide and varying range of data he roams around the building to the optimum advantage points for documentation. So he sits alone in a building working endlessly on his files; everything in his life revolves around his obsession of documentation.