[Weekly Short-Short Note] Memory Inheritance Tax | Short-Short

Title: The Stroller of Memory Inheritance Tax

In this city, even memories are taxed.

Inherited memories.
Time that is cherished.
All of these are treated as "assets."

--Memory Inheritance Tax

When I first heard those words,
I felt a little breathless.

"Are you planning to take a stroll today?"

The receptionist asks in polite language.

I nodded.

"Yes, I thought I'd look around a little."

In this city, there is a place where you can check your own memories.

As I walk,
my memories overlap with the scenery.

The day I laughed.
The day I got lost.
An ordinary walk home.

All of them are sparkling.

"This is a memory subject to declaration."

The guide's voice echoes gently.

It is a memory that remains particularly strong.

In other words, it is something I must choose to either let go of
or pay tax on.

I stop in front of one scene.

A small event.
But for some reason, a moment I cannot forget.

"……This is"

I start to say, then stop.

I thought it was a treasure.

I don't want to give it to anyone.

"Is there a way to make it tax-exempt?"

When I asked impulsively,
the guide smiled slightly.

"There is."

At that answer, my chest feels a little lighter.

"However, the condition is that you must continue to cherish that memory."

I nodded slowly.

"I can do that."

Memories are not just things you hold onto.

They are things that remain,
even as they change shape little by little,
by being recalled over and over again.

I finish my stroll and go outside.

The wind is blowing gently.

The things I didn't let go of as tax
were a little heavy,
but more than that, they were warm.

Treasures are not things to be reduced.

Perhaps they are things whose value increases
by continuing to protect them.

The End

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