For Pierre-Martin, the fear of being forgotten is like a shadow that never leaves.
It’s not just about dying; it’s about living a life that never mattered.
The idea of going through the world without touching anyone’s heart, without leaving any trace, terrifies him.
He fears that all his struggles, all his pain, might be completely meaningless.
That no one will remember his name, his face, or his efforts.
Even in his moments of hope, this fear lurks in the background, whispering that it’s already too late. It’s why he clings so hard to the dream of doing good: to prove that he exists.