The apparatus of digital literature: a stenographic disposition in five minutes or less

If I could do it, I’d do no writing at all here. It would be arrangements of technical images; the rest, fragments of letters, bits of code, lumps of semantics, records of sound, pieces of movement and stasis, phials of odors, plates of food and excrement. Booksellers would consider it quite a novelty; critics would murmur, yes, but is it art, conceptual, representational, or otherwise; and I could trust a majority of you to use it as you would a parlor game.

The newness of an apparatus in relation to those preceding it is what we call its currency, our currency. The new is the current.