Curiously, the constellation amongst the human beings on these Boards seems to be as questionable as their relationship with the foreground. Whether in anonymous masses, intimate couples, united in groups or standing alone, the stretched figures always seem to be silently waiting people. If they should be in contact with each other, it is thus not by means of verbal communication. The speechless gathering of these beings is obviously a stunning contrast to the fact that they are virtually surrounded by the letters and the words. Although the notches, through which these creatures are visible as silhouettes, are also cut through the letters, this never creates the impression of the domination of man over the written word.

The letters in their gaudy colorfulness appear much more power hungry, more high handed, compared to the shadowy figures which look like helpless victims in their speechlessness. Their frightened silence would be the expression of the horror they experience in the realization of the superior strength of the dead language. This might explain the brief association when the observer in some of the ghost like creatures suddenly recognizes humans with fear distorted faces: as if panic suppresses their voices, these figures are captured by the sight of the letter ruins; they remain with wide open mouths in horror. Once the experience has advanced, and met the point of tyranny of the written language, the fantasy has no more limits: now you recognize this assemblage of scratched creatures as they suddenly appear as prisoners of the letters, either the protest of the silently rebelling masses or the acclamation of the moved crowd. The individual struck with speechlessness by the overwhelming power of the reifying language seems to have the choice only between rebellion and submission. The individual can either approach the bars with others of the dead sign in wordless lamentation or desperately clinch to them as if to elevate its own weak ego.