I am not a writer—maybe more of a non-writer, just as being a non-artist, non-engineer, or non-sociologist. The word subjectile comes from J. Derrida’s The Truth in Painting (1978), where he expands on Antonin Artaud’s idea of the canvas as something more than a passive surface. It represents a space of tension, a meeting point between the physical and the intangible, where creation and meaning take shape. To me, subjectile suggests a layered way of thinking and writing—one that probes what lies beneath, between what is seen and what is concealed. It is always an experiment.