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Someone who translates numbers of business into the business' narrative for a living. And dreams of writing/publishing/sharing thoughts with the world. As for the lj name:

"Over the darkened city, the city of towers,
The city of a thousand gates,
Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the huddled towers,
Over a somnolent whisper of loves and hates,
The slow wind flows, drearily streams and falls,
With a mournful sound down rain-dark walls."
— From The House of Dust, Conrad Aiken

"Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Through the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls, and four grey towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shallot."
-From The Lady of Shallot, Alfred, Lord Tennyson