Our mistake is, I believe, trying to define art, or cyberart, netart,
whatever and give it a understandable contour, something we can debate and
position ourselves around. The act of defining is the definition itself.
There is no netart to define, but millions of definitions making up the
netart process. And because our world makes many things visible, our own
definition clashes against other's, constantly. Like the characters in
Savage Nights, we now live in a freefalling world, where life, death, space,
time and continuity are constantly being challenged. But this challenge is
the actual understanding.