Most of the fragments are from different phones, from different times of the artist’s life. In his search, he had to sort more than 35 000 photographs and screenshots. Some messages had moved him. Some he showed to his close ones. And thus they fell into the cloud’s external memory, this gigantic compound of fragments with a human shape. The author dove in fiercely to carefully retrieve these few whispers; out of the virtual remains of his relationships, he made tangible, physical objects, so as to lay them before the others’ eyes, witnesses to a body plagued with pixels, unable to incarnate.