The Fear of Being Forgotten

Dear Delyara, I had a dream last night that I disappeared, and the world just kept spinning without noticing I was gone. It left me with a lingering sense of urgency this morning—a need to leave something behind that matters. That’s what this project is, really. It’s my way of saying 'I was here, and I cared.' I don't need my name on a building; I just want to know that I helped one person feel less alone on a Tuesday night. If Delyara lives on after I’m gone, then I haven't truly disappeared.