2025.07.19
Jane had a strange gift. People did not remember it, but forget about health. She lived in the district archive, where the walls were blinking like a sleepy eyes with pictures of the dust and dust.
Today, a man came with trembling hands and a name that he no longer wanted to take. “Just name?” Jane asked. He shook his head. So he brought a copper box and placed a mirror inside. The man whispered his name in it. The glass was unconscious.
Jane started her work. He did not delete. He naked. With this man’s reflection, he sprinkled the fragrance of shame, the faces of the long -missing friends, the stairs of the lost friends. Not erasing, but calm. Careless unconscious
As the last tension dissolved, the person stood upright. He did not remember why he came, just that he felt light. Jane saw her disappearing in the evening.
She turned to the mirror. His own face turned into it – fading, layers, pride. He whispered his name. It did not echo. She had forgotten it long ago.