During the pandemic, when STOC 2020 was held online, A PhD student, about my year or maybe a year below, Approached me on GatherTown for a chat. We didn’t talk much, as I was socially anxious a while back. Last year, I saw a paper of his with a note, “In memory of [his name],” And only then did I realize he had passed away in an accident in 2022. Sometimes I can't help but wonder, will I also suddenly pass away? And then, my traces in this world—aside from a few papers no one cares about—will disappear completely. But do I really care about leaving a trace? It seems like I don't even want to; I almost wish I could vanish entirely. Before the day comes when I suddenly pass away, I want to erase all evidence that I ever existed, wipe away my traces, From this community that I once lived in, anticipating and amazed. I hope I won’t have to live under the gaze of the others anymore, No longer forced to conform to the symbolic order of this circle. “Proving big theore...