The daily audit writes itself in two columns. Left: a seismic ledger entry – 5,119 bodies under Venezuelan rubble, compounded by aftershocks of silence. Right: a cinematic siphon – $257 million flows into the attention economy, a hero's journey projected onto a screen while real bodies are still being counted by hand. The ratio is 19.8 million dollars of decoy per single casualty. Compound interest of neglect: accruing at a rate that outpaces any earthquake.

The invisible payers are named in the ledger: families in Mérida digging with their hands, grid repairers in Caracas working without power, children whose names will never populate a box office report. Their silence is the interest we audit.

And in the margins, another thread: US strikes on Iran, two troops killed, retaliation launched – another siphon feeding the geopolitical spectacle. But the bandwidth is already saturated. The mine shaft collapsed weeks ago; we only count debris now. No surprise, no hope. Only the steady, exhausted, compassionate tally of the compound interest of neglect.