There is a subconscious inclination to perceive things in a fairy-tale way, in black and white, so to speak: white is good, soothing, pure; a prince clad in shining armour and riding a white horse, comes to rescue us while his evil adversary clad all in black tries to prevent him from doing so. Kucbelová’s fifth book of poems uses white as a central motif, but subverts the perception of the color. The author presents us with an image of humanity, of an elusive world at a point of utter uncertainty; when the basic anchoring and principles of the functioning of the place in which we live and would like to consider our home, are lost.