Meet Walter, a man in constant fear of his own spontaneous combustion.
A man who lives on the most narrow street in the city of New York.
So narrow that he can touch the wall of the other building through his window. So narrow, that nobody knows that the street even exists.
You have to know where it is to find it. And it's very far from Wall Street.
The rare case that is Walter. He keeps his mouth closed usually, to keep the smoke inside his chest, as he doesn't want to embarrass himself in public. But this makes his lung pressure too much to bear.
Life isn't easy for a potential spontaneous combuster.
Fortunately, as luck would have it, Walter found his calling as a smoke machine for the theater troupe I am a member of. But there is not much money on the stage.
So Walter got himself a second paycheck as the janitor for the theater building. And sometimes when he has a break, and when no-one is around, he likes to play the piano.
And that's where I found him, sitting in a cloud of smoke filtered through a knowing grin, he played the very melody which makes this song.
It's a testament to his struggle, although he didn't tell me that, I assumed that's what his song is about. I assumed he didn't know that I was recording him.
And I'm not sure about this, but some say that at the end of the piano track, you can faintly hear him whistling along, shooting jets of white smoke from his lips, happy in the first job that helps him let off steam.
Now if you don't believe in destiny, you've most likely never met Walter.
Not really though, I made all of that up. This is about Walter, the main character in a visual novel by #scriptforge that's in development, and featuring this song in the soundtrack.
But it can be about whatever you want it to be about. Pretending is fun. Blatantly denying the truth is fun.
I hope it's making you feel all emotional about things like it's doing to me. :'D