A firm disbeliever in growing old, Gerald typically has his head up in the clouds and is terribly adept at building castles out of thin air. He is comforted by visually appealing things, and attempts to preserve what is good and what is right in his life with his photographs. Atrocious psychomotor coordination skills have left him with little choice but to consume music, rather than create. Despite already resigning to his fate, Gerald still secretly hopes to wake up and find that musical talent has blossomed within him overnight.