They are assembled by an insane creator from the parts that he had and that he himself created for them. Now in the physical world they are gone, not a trace. All their sheets were burned and now 8 000 names have no home. Encased in their tokens, crypto hobos are just a name and a zodiac sign, given in honor of the crazy non-existent constellations of the heavens that they, with luck, will be able to see. Created for no one, glitched for no reason, cyber outsiders, crypto refugees are now wandering in search of a new home.