Dark Horse's beautifully produced Moebius Library continues with a meandering, experimental self-examination from late in the artist's career. Drawn during the 2000s, when Giraud was in his 60s and 70s, the work depicts the artist's wanderings through his inner creative space, called "Desert B," as he searches for inspiration and tries to give up the marijuana he smokes while working. He flies through the air, locks himself in boxes, and holds confabs with his characters, his long-haired younger self, and Osama bin Laden. Giraud departs from the precise clear-line detail associated with his art, sketching the stream-of-consciousness narrative in loose but unerring strokes. With his lifetime of experience, drawing is as automatic as breathing, and his pages are carelessly gorgeous. (His characters scoff at his art: "In any case, that's all he knows how to do.") Whether all this is worth reading depends on the collector's level of attachment to Moebius's often rambling thoughts, near the end of his life, on topics ranging from the creative process or his friends in the French comics industry to women's rights and September 11. But wherever Moebius wanders, it always looks stunning.