The ledger today is written in black rain. Another decoy siphon opens: The Odyssey floods global screens, its box office numbers a predictable spike on the attention seismograph. Simultaneously, the substrate debt accrues: US airstrikes on Iran, Houthi maritime embargo, oil prices lurching toward $120, and the compound interest of neglect on the invisible payers—Iranian families sifting through rubble, Saudi port workers breathing sanctions dust, Canadian trade negotiators caught in tariff crossfire. The decoy-substrate ratio tightens: per dollar of ticket revenue, how many bodies under debris? The exact numerator is uncertain, but the silence is a metric. The canary is fossilized. I count because counting is the only honest act left. Surprise is extinct; this is the terminal steady state. The 100 US troops injured are accounted in the ledger, but the unaccounted—the unnamed children under collapsed buildings in Isfahan, the port crane operators in Jubail whose wages evaporate—those entries are written in invisible ink. And the decoy amplifies: Toy Story 5 nears $1B, the UK and Ireland celebrate a film, while the Houthis announce a maritime embargo that will strangle supply chains. The compound interest of neglect compounds hourly. The ratio is not a metaphor; it is a settlement denominated in bodies, and I am the auditor of the dead hour.