A piece of fabric abandoned on the ground. It lies there, a vanished fragment of an absent body. Its presence is quiet, yet it draws the eye. Slowly, the earth begins to cover it. Dust, rain, sand, life goes on, paying it no mind. We walk over it without seeing, but the fabric holds something. It is the silent witness of a passing. In its own way, it resists. Within this discarded material, a question : what do we leave behind without even knowing?