Deep down, there on the back of the page, at the source, a
situation is defined: the Internet is no more than a big text. But what happens when this
text emerges, when it occupaies the surface of the screen? A strange passage is imposed:
from screen to screen, the letter migrates, it de-contextualises itself, posing language
as an aesthetic problem. Given that, one asks: is this literature or not?
