Listen to the inner workings of the stenotype machine. A stenographer recorded the syllables that she could hear of a conversation between two people sitting behind her. Each time she created a combination on the padded keys, an internal printer simultaneously output a series of letter symbols. How does she make one out of two? A coded body of symbols and the rhythm of her input can tell another person exactly what was said, but not by whom. Encountering this mid-point between remediations of the document, we are faced with a format that prevents our access. Including everything of this transfer, we are lost in what escapes translation: the intimacy of their exchange.