Vitanza says: "I feel like a character in Ballard's
novel Crash
smashing into and yet caressing others' words. Dying in that writing space,
but living on in some other way, I feel the words bouncing off each other
in this smooth MOO space are all surface, without
any depth whatsoever, and yet not at all superficial. I feel that no depth
psychology or no hermeneutics of suspicion would work here. Things just collapse.
The negative denegates itself. And there is only the non-positive affirmative.
And smooth surface. Subject and object disappear.
Writing un/just appears in a postsymbolic smooth tablet." (89-90)