Jackson’s hypertext is liberating. “In the no-place of hypertext,” she writes, “there’s finally room to move around…” Her hypertext novel allowed her to write the way that she thinks; it is a novel “shaped a little more like [her own] thoughts.” Jackson draws an analogy between the confining nature of the traditional novel and life with this anecdote:
I can’t help seeing an analogy between the editorial advice I have often received to weed out the inessentials and lop off the divergent story lines, and the life advice I’ve received just as often to focus, choose specialize.
The hypertext novel is divergent. It is filled with what inessentials. Jackson implies that the editorial advice and the life advice are somehow confining; if we accept the inclusive no-space expanse of hypertext, which allows for those inessentials, is it also okay to live the life of “roving focus”?
How can hypertext reconsider our valuation of individuality? Hypertext is about connection; Jackson is interested in “relationships, juxtapositions, apparitions and interpolations.” If hypertext becomes life, will we begin to value ourselves more as dividuals, made up of our relationships to others?