Cultivate your forgettableness. The aptness to be forgotten is a skill. Disappear from the memories of others swiftly, softly, in a way that makes oafs out of whispers. Stretch out inside the sticky suit of shadow, lengthen your fingers, arch your back and twist like a cat. Bruise your ego, the contusions sink swimmingly; let yourself hemmorrhage away in wisps. The outside will be like grayish puss, you'll be a thing that doesn't fester, but doesn't heal. You'll be mucous, a dreaming blob. Drip silent drops into brains passing by, drops that add to fluid without adding mass, displacing nothing. You'll be everyone eventually, but nobody will be you.