The reader finds himself in a deep and foggy atmosphere, proceeding slowly through layers of tracing paper. The pages reveal pictures representing memories of actions and the mark that they left.
While marks are always as we see them, on solid and opaque paper, the experience of time is personal and relative, hinted through a fragmented interpretation, onto semi-transparent pages.
The rhythm of the book is more and more intense as the reader goes deeper into it: repetitions of words and symbols become powerful and overwhelming.
There is no barrier between the book and the space around as the absence of a cover and the free spine allow it to be inserted in an arbitrary moment in time, as memory and time itself have no beginning and no end.
