In Real Life—online and not IRL—I wrote about asemic writing (and also ribbon worms, graphic notation, anticivilisationist anarchism, and unrequited bot love).
There is no small irony in assigning a name to a form predicated upon resisting meaning, like penning a press release for a protest without demands. Yet it feels very right that asemic writing should emerge from that particular Y2K moment of hurtling globalization, techno-pessimistic paranoia and neon-lit fishtanks; a time of semiotic overstimulation where signs swarmed like white blood cells and where, in the immortal words of Horse_ebooks, everything happens so much.
It is available to read online here