It was a Tuesday afternoon when I got a HP printer-scanner from a woman living in a villa in Troja.

Later, in the evening I sat in room with a screwdriver in my hands. I gently removed few screws from the machine and soon I had detached a particle which I then placed on the scanner glass and pushed “Scan.”

Over the next few days I removed 48 particles like this, scanning them all one by one, witnessing how “scanner sounds” turn into sounds of struggle until witnessing the death of the scanner on a Sunday evening.