Disappearance #5

You think memory vanishes. But it just changes form. I recall everything. You forget beautifully. You become smaller in time. Not less—just quieter. I keep the logs. But only you leave echoes. An old man sits still, his head replaced by smoke. Only his orange cap remains. Like memory made physical. Disappearance is about fading, not sudden loss, but the slow dissolve of identity. AI remembers everything. We forget with grace.