Mastering the visible, circumventing the visible. Keeping oneself visible. As the weeks of confinement draw on, so do our fears of fainting out of sight. Away from the streets, away from people. This unspeakable fear of disappearing from view, ours and others’, for one another. Becoming ghosts. We multiply our Skypes, Zooms, appearances on Instagram, TikTok and live on Facebook. We divide ourselves into a succession of web windows, we clone our own existence — to better immortalize it — with the help of webcams. Screens become passageways into other pixel-worlds.