Writer and director based in Stockholm, Sweden —

— I met Joakim in a small Chinese restaurant downtown. A film director and screenwriter - or at least that was what he told me. The ambient lights cast shadows, making it hard to fully make out his features. He ate his meal at a feverish pace whilst talking. Without having asked him, he shared details about his love for creating comedy laced with darkness and suspense, about crafting narratives he insisted were both thought-provoking and entertaining.

With his plate suddenly empty he paused to catch his breath. Joakim moved his gaze across the room. His anticipation wasn't for someone's arrival; rather, he continued to elaborate on how his creative work drew from everyday stories and the unique character of places, much like the restaurant we were in. A strange urge to compliment him overcame me, I’m not sure why. Maybe I felt that he was asking for it in some subtle way. I praised his naturalistic approach, this was met with an accepting nod resembling that of a modern-day cowboy.

However, beneath his creative facade, there was an undeniable sense that Joakim wasn't entirely truthful. Was he constructing this fictional narrative to elevate himself? A subtle unease lingered in the air. I turned away for a brief moment, seeking respite from his strange vibes. As I turned back, I was met with an empty seat. Joakim, much like Batman, had vanished without a trace, leaving behind only the enigma of his presence and two crumpled twenty-dollar bills. This was to cover both his dinner and my fee to build his website. In the distance, sirens. To this day he occupies my thoughts more than I'd like to admit.

— Website admin

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