Published in Matera with a text by the writer and entomologist Giorgio Celli and one by the author. The labyrinth of the title is the form Cresci gives to time itself: not a line that can be walked from one end to the other, but a set of returns, of repetitions and of dead ends in which the same places, the same objects and the same frames come back changed. It is one of the volumes in which his reflection on memory, on the archive and on what a picture does to time takes an explicit shape.