My phone’s ringing several times as I was putting my attention to the data I was working at. Apparently, it was a phone call, not from my family nor relatives I’ve ignored lately, but from a friend of mine that I used to talk to. The day he’s living in seemed gloomier than ever. I reckoned it since there’s nothing he shared but anxiety. Kinds of stuff rattled him a lot. “I ‘ve got something that made me worry.” “What is it?” “Check your WhatsApp, I’ve sent you some.” In less than a minute, I knew what he’s talking about. Unimportant screenshots that posse thousands of meanings. I understood how…