The new seat of the Kielce Voievodship Public Library. The the building of the former geological college now renovated and adjusted to new functions. A very big and very empty space which is supposed to be a store in the future but now is a kind of temporary art gallery. I make a smaller room in the centre – to give visitors a chance to sit down comfortably in the armchair or at the desk, take a book from the shelf and read. I use semitransparent white material for the walls. I cut squares 90x90 cm and on each square I write one letter with white crayon. They make a sentence which can be read while walking around the room: A DOOKOŁA KAŻDEJ KSIĄŻKI CICHO SZEMRZĄCA LŚNIĄCA PUSTKA and there is whispering shining emptiness around every book Forty six letters, seven spaces and two squares lacking for the entrance. There can't be more. That's good. Nothing more is needed. Is there anything more I have to write about? ....... I was to write one sentence more. A very long one. On the floor. Close to the walls. It would run all around the hall. It would tell something about an empty wall, a blank wall. Or about the most important moment in this long and tortuous process of book making, when what fills my mind must get out of it and appear somehow on a sheet of paper or on sheet of something else ....... But I didn't write it. Because of various reasons. Maybe that's better. Since this very moment is not the most important one. It is as important as any other moment. Well, maybe it is more intangible and elusive than the others. Like falling asleep is.

Now, eleven years later, I think I should not have made "a room". I should have put every book on a single lectern and surround it with a square cylinder made of white semitransparent fabric. They would be like trees with no leaves, no branches, like poles of mist. Columns supporting nothing - the sky would float safely above our heads... A wood of books. Bookwood. Paper forest. This time I would cover the whole floor with letters, words, pieces of broken, rotten phrases... A sort of vocabulary-soil, semantic humus.