You are not here. You are wherever you want. But you will always be with yourself. We are all screens, we are the additive mixture and no matter how rough our skin is, the screen is in charge of smoothing and cooling us. Today we think of the place we inhabit as our personal map, our daily itineraries, the navigation maps through the home-web. Our habitat is a polyhedron of life. We are living in a hegemony of discourse, of the disintegration of the body into data, we are a new DNA of sounds and images that arrive from the distance in the form of programming code, a kind of cursor radicants that share gargles of ideas with delay. We are that: movement.