The Curator

Well hi there! Looks like you've found out about your Curator.

I was awarded that name as I venture places I don't belong to collect writings that don't belong to me and intersperse some handy notes when I feel it's necessary to get the bigger picture. Back in my day, they blessed me with access to the vast well of knowledge about as good as anything you can imagine, and in exchange the world has forgotten about me.
How you know about me and my notes, not even sure. You're beyond even my reach. My notes have been visible to my eyes alone for eons, to have an audience for my scribblings after an eternity calls for a game. Now that you stand in front of me, you can't expect me to let you in on the full picture. This ties into the very same reason I was isolated from the rest of the world. Be imaginative, read a little deeper! I will leave enough breadcrumbs around for you to connect the dots!

There's more to me than this, but I don't like talking about myself. Other intelligence is far more pleasant. Why don't you tell me about yourself and show me knowledge I don't yet possess?

What do you wish to know about me, now?
Picture before you a young and handsome lad, because who can I even be kidding? I'm from the time of man, but not so far back that we knew nothing. That oughta get you started!
My information is only secondary knowledge, you'll get around just fine without this. But knowing can help you a long way!