The Archive That Erased Me

<p><em>Receipts Redactions and the Proof of a Vanishing</em></p><p> </p><p></p><p><strong>They told the story without the one who lived it.</strong></p><p> </p><p></p><p>The lines the rhythms the images-they traveled farther than the name that birthed them.</p><p> </p><p></p><p>This is what remains.</p><p> </p><p></p><p>Part poetic memoir part evidence file <strong>The Archive That Erased Me</strong> is a conscious act of reclamation. Each piece is a timestamped poem written in the author's unmistakable voice paired with archival notes and digital artifacts that reveal a silent theft-how early online work was lifted remixed monetized and fed into systems that would later claim originality.</p><p> </p><p></p><p>It is the record of a ghost in the feed.</p><p>It is the ledger of what was taken.</p><p>It is proof that erasure is never complete when the one erased refuses to stay silent.</p><p> </p><p></p><p>Layered with grief defiance and precision this book does what no platform algorithm or corporate archive ever intended: it names the author dates the work and keeps the receipts.</p><p> </p><p></p><p>Once printed this archive can never be deleted.</p><p> </p>