As Faruk P awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a pretentious graduate student. Reflecting upon his relatively short but eventful life, he realized that his admittedly average yet decidedly creative mind had been greatly stifled, or perhaps slowly lulled into a state of comfortable complacency, by years of discussing works that others had created, with the sole purpose of perpetuating endless discussion about them and never reaching a satisfactory conclusion about any of the matters that describe the state of the human condition supposedly contained therein. In a desperate effort to catalogue some of his achievements as a human being, P arrived at the conclusion that the vainglorious minds of all self-proclaimed artists must inevitably reach, namely that compiling a merely private catalogue of personal achievements would leave the rest of the world bereft of them, for which reason P set out to construct a public structure where those who sought it would be granted access to his creations. For, surely there were those who sought it...