The problem with writing is that it needs to be done. It won’t do itself. But neither will it not be done. So if there is writing (and there is, just look at the screen) then a someone must be involved. That someone must collect the letters, hitch them together with spaces and commas and such, then paste them in big blocks and hang them on a page.
The problem with pages is that they start out blank. But they refuse to stay that way. They sort of stare back at that someone, mocking, taunting, teasing, wagging their paper tongues and daring someone to do something. But then when that someone assembles his alphabits into place, the page gets all finicky and insists on some rearranging. It shrugs and shimmies and refuses to sit still until it gets all inky and weird, insisting on renovations, to be rewritten until everyone (okay, at least someone) is pleased with the outcome.