I accidentally drew Walter.
Somehow he knew that I’d drawn him-- felt me scratching around I guess.
But who knows anything about Walter? He works ‘downtown’, and drives a sedan. That’s it. Still, somehow, Walter knew that I drew him.
Does Walter have special talents, curious mental gifts that he keeps hidden away? I know not! Nor did I intend to imply it.
He is of course no ordinary man-- there is no such creature, but just as we can feel the eyes of a stranger on the backs of our heads, Walter certainly felt it when I drew him. The entire world may have sensed it. I only knew that a shrill alarm had sounded upon seeing his face there on my paper, when I had been previously minding my own business in the quiet of my studio, and a shock of such voltage is felt well beyond the artist’s tiny lamp, there can be no doubt.
What did Walter want with me?
There are few accidents in the world-- why had Walter appeared-- and why now? Walter must know that I don’t want any trouble. I’m sure Walter is chilled. Is he not known as Walter the Chilled? Nay, that be a different Walter; I could only hope, in a desperate childish jaunt of imagination, that I’d accidentally sketched Walter the Chilled.
Only such a careless pencil as mine could have drawn this Walter, and yet there I go blaming the pencil! Tis a poor workman who blames his tools, and Walter would easily see through my flimsy attempt to shift the attention away from myself so that I could better hide my guilt. Walter could never know that I had tried to blame the pencils.
Trying Hard Not to Offend Walter
I wish I knew more about this guy. I don’t dare try to guess anything-- even the most harmless questions seem rude and offensive. ”Did you grow up around these parts, Walt? Can I call you Walt?”
”Pardon me?”
Ok, he says his name isn’t Walter, that his name is actually Solomon. This is a huge relief.
Solomon!
This guy Solomon, with ‘Sol’ meaning the strength and wisdom of the sun, and ‘Mon,’ as in the compassion and grace of the moon, a perfect balance of being, the ultimate chill dude-- this was fantastic news!
Solomon! What’s up!?
It really was nice to meet Solomon, and I’ll be just fine not knowing a thing about Walter. I don’t even remember the color of that sedan that Walter drove. Beige? It doesn’t matter.
