I don’t save to prove I’m right, I save because something moved. A flicker in the dark, Hands paused mid-gesture, Mark it. Move on. Every number is a footstep, No names rewritten, No pages torn out. I don’t erase the path Just because it curves. I leave fires where attention caught, Not where the view was pretty. Future eyes will know the way By heat, not memory. Under the tower, pages breathe, Wax drips time in real units. I don’t need to remember who I was— The structure does. Increment. Don’t judge. Let density decide. What survives wasn’t chosen, It was walked.
