Early in the novel, in a section written in second person, as if part of an inner monologue during a moment of trauma and paralysis, the protagonist states, by way of explaining her mannerisms, that ‘there is something aback of everything. It webs outward and I fly into it every time. I get caught up in the world’. This mode of experience also describes how I approached the reading of the book as a whole: cover, sleeve, dedication, story, epilogue and further research. Given the explicitly experimental scope of this artist’s book, the spaces around it and what you find in them are as relevant as the central text itself.