THIS WEBSITE IS PARTIAL, conditional and capricious. There is no direction, no dimension, no product and no end-point. But there is aspect, of sorts, and a kind of traction. Because the only message, to misappropriate Marshall McLuhan, is that the Medium is the Massage. And the Medium is the entire encapsulated space that constitutes the Internet. A transactional domain, both prescriptive and negotiable, that consigns packets of encoded stuff to any IPaddress in the connected realm. Scalable, locatable and symmetric it could be sharing DNA with every existential system and process - from galactic to atomic, from nebulae to protozoa - that ever bent the continuum of the human soul. The ultimate conveyor belt, where payload is a stream of consciousness and traction is a chain of formatted bits. So was the reality of the net ordained in its genes? To the extent, say, that if the WWW had not already existed it would most surely have had to be invented. With more than a passing acknowledgement to Benoit Mandelbrot.
And so it is with this website: LEOPOLDO.NET is one instance in the constellation of the cloud. A drop in the firmament: the apocryphal snapshot from a moving train. And like that random shot it offers no help as to direction of travel or time to destination. Which is OK, because as was famously said (in El Dorado, 1878)
to travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive, and the true success is to labour. A perverse view some say, but the words strike a chord with this website. And in homage to RLS the real intent here, in one kernel of the Castanea sativa, is to emulate an aspect of those travels in the Cévennes with Modestine. By way of a discursive walk through a bunch of pages of hypertext markup.
That is the conceit, see if you can catch my drift .......