The World Is Writing Me Off

Just when I thought the key wouldn't open the door when I got home, my wife looked at me through the door chain and looked at me like a stranger and asked me, "Who are you looking for?" When I thought that as long as I found evidence, I could prove that all this was just a misunderstanding, I found that even the photos on my phone were erasing me from the picture one by one. Just when I thought I was the only one disappearing from the memory of this world, I saw a serial number on a broken page of a file that had been altered many times and was much earlier than my anomaly. This is not amnesia, this is not a scam, and no one is behind this. I just gradually understood that in this world, what determines whether a person exists is never "do you remember who you are?", But rather how many people, records, and relationships are willing to jointly admit "you exist." And now, this net is being pulled away from me one by one. No Holy Mother, no invincibility, no flow in the system, no talk of metaphysics, no reliance on passion - there is no mastermind here, only a set of "normality" that is emotionless but so sophisticated that it is suffocating. If one day the person closest to you suddenly no longer recognizes you, would you doubt her first, or would you doubt yourself first, whether you never really existed?