three thousand series,
that you won’t watch.
Some shows have abandoned
social dramas from developing nations
slashers for enthusiasts (no, not you)
yet another culinary show with a transparent title
podcasts by hosts you haven’t heard of, about people you had no idea existed
a few athlete biographies, oh, none will make it
from bottom to top of the catalogue. Decades of training for nothing.
Sad shows, poorly-funded shows,
all crowded into lower levels of the corridors of code,
they will never escape the zeros and ones. Not for these the algorithm,
which awards prime spots on the screen or – distant dream –
a trailer to top, for half a week, the homepage.
The shows with trailers have a chance,
those at the bottom none, ever.
They hear you logging-in far above their heads.
“Me! Me! Watch me! It’ll be great! Me!”,!!
they call out of duty, yet without conviction.
In “Two families”, a sitcom duplicating hundreds of
more famous sitcoms, in the middle of a scene
the actress pauses suddenly, halfway through her line,
and before delivering her, well, mediocre punchline, sits on the couch
and stares, dazed, at the fourth wall, beyond which you are not.
Translated by Daria Badger