Man of mystery

Keith. The wayward warrior. An odd fellow. A man of few words, but what he does say carries the weight of an ocean. I always liked him.

Cut from the same cloth, he and I.

We could happily sit in silence for hours and not say a word.

Good company, Keith.

And now he is off to Madrid.

Or Barcelona.

Or somewhere down there.

Never afraid to face new ventures, he has shape-shifted his life to mould into his surroundings.

An observer, lurking in the shadows with others of the same ilk.

A lover of Game Boys and all things weird, he could be a mastermind in his own field.

It is true that his knowledge goes beyond all the books of the public library.

Yet he dwells in the obscurity of his own comforts; happily choosing to remain an outsider in a world where to be on the inside comes at the cost of your soul.

A wise old man beyond his years on this earth, he now wanders the globe and sinks into the next scene like an obscure figure in the background of a painting.

I’ll see him in Spain some day.

Probably at a coffee shop in the morning.

Or a dark secluded bar in the dead of night.

I’ll run into him by accidental arrangement.

A planned mistake.

He is everywhere.

Yet he is nowhere.

He could be standing behind you right now this very second, and you wouldn’t know.

Turn around and make sure.

Do you see him?

Or did he vanish like an echo?

Keith.

The international man of mystery and Game Boys.

Keith.

Friend of man and beast alike.

Keith.

A faithful ally in the eternal fight against the mundane.