#surveillancepoetics
THRESHOLDS — A CYCLE IN TWELVE PARTS
(Maintenance Log for a Failed Simulation)
I. Maintenance Log: Day 365
Status report: stability nominal.
Erasure parameters: within acceptable range.
Component wear: increasing.
Operator efficiency: inconsistent.
System note:
“No sentiment detected.
Proceed with routine.”
In the background,
the quiet ticking of processes
that no longer remember
why they were initiated.
II. Error: Erasure Module Malfunction
Alert: Delete key – unresponsive.
Retry attempt: failed.
The pixels of exile fray at the edges,
like stage paint
that has pretended to be a wall
for too many seasons.
A memory leaked
into the morning coffee.
It was scrubbed away,
yet the stain remained
on the porcelain.
III. Entropy: Human Resource Degradation
Operator: Great Eraser Technician, Level 1.
Condition: material fatigue.
Movements: delayed.
Grip: unstable.
Error description:
“Hand spasm during deletion protocol.
Possible hardware deterioration.”
Attempted deletion of non‑existent file.
Redundant process triggered.
Operator unaware of prior erasure.
Ghost files appear in the logs –
items that should have vanished,
returning as flickers,
haunting directories
that should not exist.
IV. Fourth‑Wall Breach
(Act II. The light falls too sharply.)
The backdrop of emptiness
begins to peel.
Cardboard doors,
meant to keep me out,
curl at the corners.
The Curator presses them flat,
but the glue won’t hold.
Her back is turned to the horizon,
eyes fixed on a peeling backdrop,
too occupied with maintaining absence
to notice the light gathering behind her.
This is no longer ritual –
it is cleanup after a performance
no one stayed to watch.
V. Audience View
From my seat,
I see only the janitor
with a mop,
struggling with a stain
that refuses to disappear.
And the system
that once tried to erase me
betrays itself with a single delay:
nothing here
is inevitable.
Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 10:14 AM UTC