Letras
Week zero zero eight two
Not a milestone
A surface
The counter is on
It is not counting me
It is counting friction
I stayed
That was the movement
Nothing advanced
Nothing collapsed
The signal remained distinguishable
A number on the wall
Not for progress
For orientation
Someone clicked
That happened
Everything else is speculation
The week did not move
The signal did
No announcement
No applause
Just a corridor holding its temperature
I don't measure success
I register presence
Zero zero eight two
Appears once
And does not repeat
The system stayed intact
Without feedback
Without witnesses
Except one
This is not