Radosław Nowakowski Non-description of the World (part three) version one: leporello (1988-1999) - 6 copies were made (typewriter, Xerox, handwriting, handdrawing, dotmatrix and inkjet printers, hard bound in linen) version two: sand-glass book (two codices joined dos-a-dos) (2000) - 7 copies were made (inkjet printer) version three: calendar ISBN: 978-83-61946-36-6 year:  2009 size: B5 covers: softbound (Japanese style) + cardboard box paper: 100g, white print: inkjet printer language: English open edition Imagine an invisible parallelepiped. Put it in the wood and dip a part of it into the ground. Then make a literature tomography. As a result you will get 365 sheets or 730 pages: 365 days and 365 nights. You open the book turning the page up and you start to travel through this almost cube from the top page-stratum to the bottom one. If you take at first the day part then you travel in space, from the sky to the ground. Each page will be one day and the night will be on the other side of the sheet, upside down, as if a reflection of the day. If you take at first the night part, then you will travel in time, from the present (or maybe from some vague and misty visions of the future) to the Big Bang or even further. The day part is printed in colour. The night part, the dream part, is printed mainly in the shades of grey. Each page is a separate unit, a kind of page-picture and due to this the book has a discrete structure. The end is the beginning, the beginning is the end, but one can start reading in any place, since every day and every night can be the beginning of the year. When you read the day part to the end, you turn the book and you can start reading the night part. Thus the day-and-night cycle contains the year cycle which contains eons... There are plenty of various more or less special effects, coincidences, juxtapositions, dependencies, either precisely composed or accidental. No, I didn’t want it to be a description of a place in the wood. I didn’t want it to be a mock-up. I did want it to be this very place in the wood. Certainly, I haven’t succeeded.