This is a superfluous feature and you should feel superfluous.
No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no line. He is haunted by something he cannot define.
I write greentext stories and then adapt them into prose in Traditional English. I write to the sound of the cafeteria song because it's tops.
Or rope. I got some quality rope. Made for a man who's devoid of hope, like you are. My buddy, Michael-
Hi, I'm TAW. I write terrible erotic my little pony fan fiction about cartoon horses having sex with each other, or vaguely defined human audience-inserts, for fun. Because... uh. I have no shame?
I write stories about pony superheroes and cruel and unusual tragedies and pony superheroes who suffer cruel and unusual tragedies. I'm currently looking both fine and OK.