It was a misty night in the dark cold heart of Stockholm. The snow poured down softly on the rooftops of the city. It was winter, the time of the year when ‘winter depression’ no longer was seen as a myth. The sun would escape off to some better side of the earth and the Swedes would be left alone, in the dark.

Meanwhile Walt Wishman was trying to sleep, but kept getting snowflakes on his forehead through a little hole in the wall. He was bitterly trying to count sheep to get himself to sleep “One god damn sheep, Two god damn sheep, THREE GOD DAMN SHEEP!” Walt shouted, He couldn’t take it anymore. Not only did he get fired the day before today but now a hole in the wall- probably created by some sort of a cementpecker, was letting snow fall down on his innocent balding head.
Walt got up from his bed, furiously but gracefully, trying to remain calm. He could hear the never-ending sound of cars from the highway and now and then a drunken guy on the street singing out “It’s a wonderful world”.
“It’s a degrading full world” Walt thought, “There’s no value to things, except for those things that don’t occur or exist, or things that take place but never happens”.

Walt was a guy who didn’t think highly of himself. He was a tad bit narcissistic – but only in public, he was quiet which put many people off as well as him, which then would put him in a sour mood as well as others. People looked at Walt with a critical eye, he got judged a lot. “You’re right, I’m a scoundrel” Walt used to say to the people passing him. “I can see your point, Why stay alive, right?” He used to say to people who he thought were judging him. And they was, and so was he. Even sometimes Walt would hear people talking about him behind his back, saying negative things about him, mostly he would be too busy with himself to hear them but sometimes he would join in on the conversation.

Yes, Walt was the guy he’d never want to be. But it was inevitable Walt thought. Luckily he had people to look up to. He spoke highly of his father, who he had never met. He rejoiced in his childhood with a subtle ironic and sarcastic attitude “ I had so many friends and things to do, so many opportunities just like you”.
He did go to school, and he did have friends, imaginary ones – but that was good enough for Walt, “Why avoid the perfect friendship? We have a lot in common”. He didn’t do well in school, possibly for his high attendance.

Not much makes sense with Walt, just as the description I’m giving you now. Just know that even though Walt was a troublesome person, he was good-hearted, but his heart was so deeply sheltered that even he couldn’t feel it’s heartbeats.