Friends, behold these fine artifacts.

Many of the creations are housed in sketchbooks, kept assiduously over four decades. The Host, laboring under the illusion that the creations were his own, totes the books wherever he goes, recording what he sees and hears and feels—both outside and within. Furiously he scribbles and suffers, effuses and elates.

Little does he know that The Committee is hard at work inside him, the true authors of his story. But more of that later, friends.

For now, revel in the fruits of their marvelous labor.