I’m ashamed to tell of it. I’m ashamed of my handwriting. It exposes me in all my spiritual nakedness. My handwriting shows me more naked than I am with my clothes off. No leg, no breath, no clothes, no sound. Neither voice nor reflection. All cleaned out. Instead, a whole man’s being, shrivelled and misshapen, like his scribble-scrabble.
Friedrich Kittler, in Gramophone, Typewriter, Film
Experiment IV 