Nicolas De Antolin-Rodriguez
This is the story of a
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The root of all Larp
A boy was cursed with the name Nicolas, this is the root of all Larp
Some people collect things. Nicolas collects moments, ideas, and the quiet spaces in between.
This is the story of Nicolas De Antolin Rodriguez — told the way it was lived: in a long, unhurried line, one chapter folding into the next. It is a page meant to be scrolled, not skimmed, because the good parts were never in the summaries.
What follows is a tour through the people, places, and pursuits that shaped him. Each section carries its own light, its own background, its own image — the way memory does.
“The longest journeys are the ones you take without leaving the room.”— a note found in a margin
Every story has a starting place — a town, a kitchen table, a first question asked too young to remember asking.
Nicolas's began somewhere ordinary and grew outward from there. The early years were a study in curiosity: taking clocks apart, reading past the last page, drawing maps of places that did not exist yet. The world, it turned out, was large enough to hold all of it.
What he kept from those years was not a single memory but a habit — the habit of paying attention.
To call them hobbies would be to undersell them. These are the things Nicolas returns to the way a compass returns to north.
Played too loud, felt too deep — the soundtrack that never stops.
Read more than once, dog-eared, and lent out only reluctantly.
Long ones that solve problems no desk ever could.
Work was never separate from the rest of life — it was simply the part that left a trail.
Ask Nicolas where it all leads and you will not get a plan. You will get a direction.
Toward things made well, people treated kindly, and time spent on what actually matters. The future, in his telling, is not a destination but a continuation: more chapters, more backgrounds, more images sliding in from the side.
And the best parts, as always, are the ones not yet written.