The flow becomes massive, we try to stand out and impress so as not to risk disappearing. Each scene that shows us that tiny pixel is not enough to really show us whose face is, who is that person who appears so much and generates these pictures on the web. We are decaying before the pressure of belonging to a simulated space, which reflects and manipulates what we really want to show, it is a face that censor itself with its innumerable filters and its identifications that in the end loses its meaning and veracity. This is what we call a virtual home.