Time, a thing that eats away. Always moving forward. It takes the things we hold dear, yet we rarely notice their presence until they come close to disappearing. It breaks something we carry with us. We like to keep objects that reflect those moments, but these objects eat away at the memory itself by becoming the memory. We tend to have stronger memories of things we know have faded. Things we know can be re embodied slowly become background noise and disappear into obscurity. Being aware of fading makes a memory fonder and more prominent, as long as we do not have an object to attach it to. This is already practiced by many societies. The Western world strongly holds onto objects as memory holders, while other cultures remain aware of fading through stories rather than objects.