I have the story of a man who tells stories. I have told him repeatedly that I don’t believe his stories. “You’re lying,” I said, “You’re fibbing, you’re making things up, you’re having me on.”

That didn’t impress him. He continued unperturbed, and when I called out: “You liar, you fibber, you yarn-spinner, you leg puller!,” he gazed at me for a long time, shook his head, smiled sadly and then said so softly that I almost felt ashamed of myself: “There is no such place as America.”

This book integrates custom die-cuts of the Western World’s known existence of “America.” Overtime it reveals more and more of the “fabrication,” as letters show throw the shapes. Will the man believe the myth?