Apartment 321

   I woke up that day and found my apartment building had changed. What once was the finest of architectural wonders had changed in to a construction of light that an old flicking, queasy and green, hurt your eye's, florescent bulb would have designed.  I needed to look for a new apartment.  I found my way out, moved about town, and spied a fantastic building in the same location that once was the drabbest of apartment blocks.  I could clearly see that any apartment in this building would be great.  Only, De Es Schwertberger had the keys, and knew how to find the door.

Seems like an out of the way place for a pizza joint.

In Moebius (Jean Giraud) 's city, the pizza guy ( middle left ) just throws the pie out to that delivery aeroboat, like throwing a Frisbee. Then the delivery guy would Frisbee it to I and Patrick, in our downstairs apartment, underneath that big rock. 

It must exist - or will come true.

I'm looking for my apartment in this beautiful city, I think Empire boys painted me out - dang.

This place needs to be spruced up.

It was a great place when I first moved in, and then, well lets say Zdzisław Beksiński

captured the ambiance rather well.