What's interesting about art, writing, or just simply thinking, is not that the work of the author, any author, your Ego-I, or mine, is finally incapable of speaking with the voice of or for the Other – the maker. Art and writing and even thinking can create spaces for an empty Global City, spaces which are constantly being lost and re-created, spaces once occupied by a Self that is now abandoned, and spaces left vacant by and for Others. Art is always removing itself through space, emptying itself, to and from silence. The magical disappearing-reappearing act of art's space is tied to the invention of language, the quickest means of mediation between two points.