Wanderer's Journal. Captain's log. Dear Diary. We all use objects to assign thoughts to, like some sort of long term flash memory. 

What happens when those objects are lost or destroyed? What of the memories that were tied to them? 

Especially after we are gone? 

There are still places and people that you may have left impressions with, and who knows what they've said about you and who they've said it to.

This is how legends are born- and story tellers are the ones who raise the story like a child, guiding it to epically grow, sometimes evolving into a myth. Storytellers come in all forms. My favorite is the court jester. 

The fool. 

The buffoon. 

You see... a good king keeps a jester close by, because the jester is the embodiment of chaos.

This is why I always say, "I'm not Paper Street Hero; it is an ideal". I'm no hero. I'm just the fool that flavors your story with a touch of madness.

Did I ever tell you I went to school with a Princess?