[ The video starts rolling well before Walter's prepared to sit down and talk. What the viewer gets is about twenty minutes of a frail and sickly thin, older white man in his tighty whities, staring blankly into the screen. A bottle of wine is in one hand, continuously pouring the contents into a glass as he drinks them down only to refill it again. It's the alcoholic channel, with a few fascinatingly thoughtful jaw clenches and an unwavering staring competition with the lens. Finally, he clears his throat and speaks up. ]
So this is supposed to connect me to others 'like me?' These so-called imPorts...
[ He studies his empty glass, turning it in his hands. ]
There's one question that never got answered, and maybe you can give me some insight? Clue me in a little because I sure saw a lot of fire and brimstone a few days ago...
[ He looks up, dead eyes focusing on the screen. ]
Is this supposed to be hell?
So this is supposed to connect me to others 'like me?' These so-called imPorts...
[ He studies his empty glass, turning it in his hands. ]
There's one question that never got answered, and maybe you can give me some insight? Clue me in a little because I sure saw a lot of fire and brimstone a few days ago...
[ He looks up, dead eyes focusing on the screen. ]
Is this supposed to be hell?