Deleted Us

When the city's glass curtain walls were bleeding, Lin Mo knew something was rotting. A three-hour rainstorm became a secret that only he remembered. The loud noise of the billboard falling, the screams of the crowd, and the umbrella emoticons sent by colleagues were all cut out of the world - passengers on the subway said it was sunny, the news reported clear skies, and even the mobile phone photo album was automatically erasing the evidence. He began to see the truth in the cracks: the convenience store owner who disappeared last week, the news of the car accident that evaporated last month, those collectively forgotten fragments, like puzzle pieces, pointing to some cold rules. When the red handwriting "The rain is real" appeared on the fire hydrant, and when the second and third "rememberers" surfaced, Lin Mo finally understood—— It is not the memory that is deleted, it is time itself. And these "fish that slipped through the net" are stepping on the tampered growth rings, playing a hide-and-seek game that cannot be archived with the existence that devours reality in the folds of the city.