Incremental

We’ve hit another small shift in the pattern. The camera outages in the town centre are starting to last longer now. We’re still under the two-minute mark, but it’s long enough that you can’t miss it if you’re actually watching the monitors. It’s no longer a blink; it’s a sustained gap. I’ve started logging the exact timestamps in my personal notebook because the official system is still ignoring the resets. The duration is creeping up by a few seconds every day. It’s methodical. This is either going to get incredibly boring—just another tech glitch we live with—or it’s going to get very interesting very quickly. There’s a certain rhythm to it now. It feels less like a fault and more like a scheduled event that I haven’t been invited to. I sat there today staring at a black screen for eighty-five seconds, wondering what was happening on the other side of that lens while I was blind. When the image snapped back, the street was empty. It’s probably just the timing of the buses, but it felt hollow.