A very self-indulgent page indeed. But if I didn't draw it, it wouldn't get out of my head. So here it is. Fite, Harlon and Tamino are all my children in a way, and their 'worlds' feel like empty sound stages, places where something once took place. Likely, they will eventually mean something only to me. So I visit them and remember the joy they gave me. It's not that I think them shining examples so much as they're mine.