Neither meaning nor non-meaning means anything solid. We live in the tension of reversible and non-reifiable opposites.
Signs and non-signs don't just play mirror for one another where one is always the passive object of representation. There is instead an interrelation, and also a mutually-exclusive evolution, as well as cross-over influences. They are two animals in motion, or two ink strands dropped and evolving in a glass of water.
(I liked one artist's idea of letting leaves in the wind make writing-like impressions on paper. Can it still be "writing" without "human" direction? There is a border here between human and natural marking: whose footprint is it? WHO writes seems to remain an important factor. can it still be writing of any kind, semic or asemic, if absolutely no human being was involved in any way?)
Why is it that there are still words, melody and form? What is rhythm, a flex in the dark, a reincarnation of concepts? Without a center, a conductor or agent of meaning: a mere gesture of a trace textualism, a nostalgia for narratives and narrativity, for a meaningful clustering, a negentropic fantasy...
