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Virginia Woolf

Moments of Being | The moment was all; the moment was enough.

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a character in “Bungou Stray Dogs / Days of the Cats”, as played by bethelit

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twenty-eight / f / petite / 170cm / 59kg / united kingdom / #de6b85
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She Lives in the Hours

Witches are said have a third eye, but Virginia Woolf has been said to have a thousand; she is nature’s introspective conduit. A spirit dwelling in IQ84’s observatory, she is shy and awkward, but not entirely unapproachable. Although she demonstrates a cool reserve towards others, inside she is anything but distant. Unlike her partner, J.D. Salinger, Woolf is a much more ebullient, tempered person to those who get to know her. If in the mood to talk, she will leap into fantasy and folly and terrify the innocent and unprepared. With a pleasant, silvery voice and smell of lapsang-souchong, she is a mystical, welcoming presence to all her long-time visitors.

Growing up, she and her sister were tomboys; that is, they played cricket, scrambled over rocks, and climbed trees. During these adventures, she would pocket hag stones, the magickal sticks, and the fae-flowers she came across. Life was infinitely fascinating to young Virginia Woolf; born a curator, she was an appraiser of the natural world, assigning depth, wonderment, and meaning to every niche of life. To Woolf, there was never such thing as trivial objects or minor situations. Even as an adult, she would often lay on the grass watching the hours go by simply because there was something to be learned in doing so.

Woolf, for all her soulfulness and thoughtfulness, was a self-taught observer. She grew up in an upper-middle-class, socially active, literary family in London. Resenting her home schooled education, Woolf lost herself in her father’s extensive library and the woods near her home. Still, no amount of education nor escapism could prepare her for the misfortune that would overtake the rest of her life.

Tragedy first afflicted the family when Woolf’s mother died. Then, Stella, her sister and caregiver, died two years shortly after. The deaths felt impossible, and for once, she felt blinded. She was suspended. The whole world became unreal. The deaths in her family came like a staggering success of blows.

For a great while, Woolf could see only darkness; it was difficult to find pinholes of light in her years of grief. She experienced her first bout of mental illness after her mother’s death; she would then suffer from mania and severe depression for the rest of her life. Her power, to some degree, was a double-edged sword. At times, it was the perfect coping mechanism that allowed her to seek answers from the world. At others, it was a gateway into a chasm of darker thoughts.

“Moments of Being,” while introspective in nature, has always been a struggle for Woolf to master. Introspection is often portrayed as an indoor, solitary thing, the artist by her window, and the writer by her desk. This is, however, not the case for Woolf. For Woolf, thinking is an outdoor activity and a physical one. Naturally, she didn’t realize until much later that her uncanny observations were in fact, a power. Applying her power to her own self was also near-impossible. Whenever she consciously directed her power towards herself, all she could see was endless darkness. It struck her, on a morning walk, that the invisible and traumatic parts of her childhood interfered with her self-reflection. Headstrong and determined, she sought to hone her skill. For awhile, she thought that the Clock Tower was the best place for her to be. She did forensic work for Dame Agatha Christie, until she found more answers in a mussy-haired, slack-jawed Japanese visitor.

At the time, Murakami was not yet the head of IQ84. He was an on-loan investigator from Japan, hoping to borrow a psychometric. The two hit it off perfectly; he found Woolf’s verbose e-mails charming and engaging. What began as a job interview expanded into a firm, lasting friendship, and she eventually ended up in the position of being his administrative left-hand. He admires her modern, visionary views on life, and appreciates her wise counsel. Still, he had been acutely aware of her traumatic past injuries. After her IQ84 inauguration, Murakami gifted her an observatory, which she turned into a room of her own. It would became an auspicious haven where she could help herself and others find comfort in pinholes of light amidst timeless, vast darkness.

Currently, the observatory serves as a sanctuary for the organization’s stressed, weary, and lost. “When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don't seem to matter very much, do they?” are among the things she’d kindly say. Dressed in a white lab coat and hip, alternative makeup, Woolf gladly projects galaxies for anyone in need of respite. These days, the stars inspire her to look inwards. For although she was born with a thousand eyes, she believes entirely in what she cannot see.

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I am hardly aware of myself, but only of the sensation. I am only the container of the feeling of ecstasy, of the feeling of rapture.

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Moments of Being (存在の瞬間, Sonzai no shunkan) makes Woolf more receptive to the facts of the natural world that most people fail to see. Her gift gives her physical and historical knowledge about objects and people by interacting with them via any of her single five senses. However, because Woolf has an intensely conscious personality, she has trouble discerning if her knowledge comes from her natural genius or her powered utilities.


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SOLITARY PLACES, VAST VIEWS, AND THE FEELING OF ONE SELF FOR EVER AND EVER AND EVER ALONE.

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So begins...

Virginia Woolf's Story