It's a struggle between reality and a fantasy world.
The narrator is in love with all these fictional characters. They are perfect; they live in sort of utopia compared to our harsh reality.
And yet, the narrator cannot be loved by the characters. He may control them (through pages and videogame controllers), but they will never care for him. The narrator may guide them and hope for their survival, yet these fictional characters are oblivious to the narrator. The "he whispers to the author" part seems to be a wish for recognition from the character.
These fictional lovers contrast greatly with the narrator's real world. All of the real people the narrator has ever loved was a bad influence.
And so the narrator laments; he will never find true love.
It's a struggle between reality and a fantasy world.
The narrator is in love with all these fictional characters. They are perfect; they live in sort of utopia compared to our harsh reality.
And yet, the narrator cannot be loved by the characters. He may control them (through pages and videogame controllers), but they will never care for him. The narrator may guide them and hope for their survival, yet these fictional characters are oblivious to the narrator. The "he whispers to the author" part seems to be a wish for recognition from the character.
These fictional lovers contrast greatly with the narrator's real world. All of the real people the narrator has ever loved was a bad influence.
And so the narrator laments; he will never find true love.