Vito Giuliana's collection of one hundred essays of nine or, more often, ten and eleven verses gradually imposes itself as a sort of record or archive or index of all cinema.

Cinema, precisely: in the absolute, singular and total sense. These one hundred "monads" are at the same time poetic reviews, haiku-films, very short scripts, director's notes, and at the end of the collection one has the impression of having seen it all (from Luca Malavasi's preface).