There’s a kind of silence the world doesn’t know how to hold.
It’s not the silence of a quiet room, or a pause between songs.
It’s the silence that creeps in when people stop noticing you.
When your name slips out of conversations.
When your absence isn’t alarming—it’s just absorbed by the noise.
I’ve thought about that kind of disappearance more than I’d like to admit.
And not in a dramatic way.
Not death.
Just… the quiet un-becoming that happens when you stop playing the game.
Stop reaching.
Stop trying to be someone.
That’s where this story came from.
It’s not long. But it goes deep.
A man begins to fade from the world—not because he died,
but because he stopped trying to be visible.
And what happens next…
well, I’ll let you read it.
📘 The Man Who Stopped Existing
A 15-minute story that lingers like a dream you’re not sure you woke up from.
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Thank you for being here.
This one’s close to the bone.
—Systems Cowboy
