The importance of an omniscient observer

The importance of an omniscient observer.  He had thought before If I die, at least this little machine could be excavated from the wreckage and my words could live on, because he always carried with him a small word-processor to capture the tarnished or bright-shining gems of thought and feeling.  But then he did die, it was a car crash.  The metal and plastic and glass smashed into his body like an art project, but before he was killed he saw one last sight regarding his own art: his word processor turned into miniscule shards of wasted plastic.  There was no way, he somehow thought before he died, that anyone would be able to extract one file, let alone a sentence or a word, let alone a breath, from that waste.