I worked for a theater in Chicago answering phones and selling subscriptions for the season's plays. When we would load the ticket stock, we recycled the brown paper-packaging that it arrived in. The brown paper seemed plain and ordinary next to the slick ticket stock destined to be printed.
After I moved from Chicago, a friend who worked at the theater accumulated and mailed me the next installment of what had come. This is the first chapter of what I think of as an intimate comic book.