“Yeah, I don’t know, I just don’t really know where I’m at right now in life,” said Waldo while getting ready to wander between his many niche haunts, such as the Zoo, the Department Store, the Fairgrounds, and the Campsite. “I guess rarely am I ever alone with my thoughts to self reflect.”

“When I think I found myself, it’s usually someone who seems like me, not exactly who I am,” continued Waldo, explaining how his deep emotional instability is worsened by the bevy of people that also wear red and white long sleeve shirts and red and white pom-pom beanies in every weather condition. “Sometimes it happens that I do find myself. I get excited that finally this period of my life can be over, yet I just seem to go to another place where I am lost all over again.”

“I feel all I look out into a sea of faces, recognizing vague features of others that superficially remind me of myself,” added Waldo as he hung out alongside 700 of his acquaintances. “But I think the act of discovery is a fleeting thrill that must be completed again and again.”

At press time, Waldo had gone to Britain to reinvent himself as Wally.