Werner Herzog reads Where's Waldo (supposedly)

I would love this to actually be Wevner Herzog but I have my doubts. Regardless, I love it. My flatmate and I used to enjoy Werner-style narrating the mundane action of everyday life (or as he would say "the fragile humanness of daily rituals, as if we were trying to escape the futility of our existence in this illusary sense of control over our surroundings") and so this really speaks to me.