Somebody’s watching me.
Concerned citizens.
Medical persons.
Looky loos.
Rude stares.
Scared kids.
Mean sneers.
That one lewd leer at a Tractor supply store.
Grandkids, waiting on slowpoke Nana.
Personal care aides with willfull smiles.
Rolleyes and a “oh Mother” look on her face.
Hungry cats.
Dogs looking to go out.
An “aren’t you gonna eat it” smirk from a daughter.
“Gimme a beer” from certain men folks around here.
Google.
Amazon.
Security cameras, everywhere.
Cell phone cameras.
Fourth wall asides from Fish(Abe Vigoda)
Samantha Stevens.
Even that Ape from the Zoo show.
Probably this laptop screen.
I don’t think I could get away with anything.
(No FBI, I’m not planning a murder, it’s a story I’m working on)
It doesn’t feel right.
It isn’t paranoia if they’re really out to get you.
Uh oh. Hope it’s not the abyss.
“There is only one thing in the world worse than being looked over, and that is being overlooked”
(not quite) Oscar Wilde
You know how they catch serial killers after years and all the neighbors say “He seemed so normal!”? The burgeoning surveillance state will magnify that effect - by focusing on what they see on their screens, they will miss the real-world danger signs. The algorithms provide rose-colored glasses, making it harder to spot the red flags.
I hope they don’t make me look fat.
“But above the gray land and the spasms of bleak dust which drift endlessly over it, you perceive, after a moment, the eyes of Doctor T. J. Eckleburg.”
I apologize for that one. I gotta get better at looking away quickly.
As your friend reassures you “Of course nobody is watching. Do you think you are in some kind of reality TV show?”, the director is dictating the lines into their earphone.
And of course God is always around in the quad.
