Eric Walter had a beautiful mind.
He lived in a cheap apartment located in the heart of the city.
With an old, creaking door for the entrance, his house was no more than a single room that smelled of rust, stale food and unwashed fabric. By this time, Eric had become so accustomed to the smell that he'd almost become numb to it.
There was a small, square cubicle in the extreme north corner for a kitchen. It had no more than a toaster, a cracked microwave oven and a few shelves to store the utensils.
Adjacent to it was another square shaped area that had a second- hand- sofa and a TV. Towards its right was a small rectangular shaped window next to a faded fridge. The extreme south corner had a cot and a closet.
Eric had been living here with his uncle since time immemorial.
His uncl
