If Marker’s Zone is the Web, then there’s this memory floating there, about a couple of days on a beach in San Francisco. Some sculptures angle at the lens and it’s M. in miniature, playful, best seen not said.
I don’t know if the Zone accounts for the erosions of the web– flash video, feh. I also don’t know how a work of this sort could cut through all the “content” in the ocean. So I point to it ambivalent, noting that one of Google’s top whatevers said he regretted they were strangling the newspaper, quite a howler. (Also, make a final metaphor on junk-scraps/torrent files here.)