My grandmother started suffering from aphasia in 2005, aged 60. She passed away few years ago. Aphasia is an inability to comprehend or formulate language because of damage to specific brain regions. It affects auditory comprehension, verbal expression, reading and writing, and functional communication, within implications on both the individual and the everyday social sphere. She lived almost the last 20 years of her life with a renovated relationship with the world, her surrounding, her family. Few years ago, I spent much of my spare time watching digitized VHS from my family archive, mostly shot by my grandfather, looking for or creating stills that could be meant to metaphorically visualize the verbal language she has lost due to the inability to speak. I found some analog-based glitches that for me represent this frustration, malfunction, irreparable will to give sound to thoughts and words. And we became all authors. Afasia pays homage to the sufferings, efforts, and the person herself more than anything. “Happiness is to see the landscapes”, she once wrote.