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| Art by Lauren |
I see you.
I see you, sitting there, reading this.
Go ahead and hold up a few fingers. I'll wait.
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You didn't hold anything up.
That's right, I knew. It's not a trick. I can see you.
I see everything you do.
I've seen what you look up online.
I know what you do when the camera on Zoom turns off.
Yes, I'm well aware it's nothing actually exciting. This isn't a blackmail note. You're doing the same shit everyone does.
I'm just watching you do it.
Oh, me? I'm harmless.
A little-wittle, itsy-bitsy itch. Like someone's got eyes on you. I'm that feeling on the back of your neck.
I won't do anything to you.
BUT
I'll know.
I see you all the time.
I watch you all the time.
There's no way for anyone to get rid of me, so don't bother trying.
I'll watch you try though.
I'll watch you check around.
A post-it note on the camera? One last look in the closet before bed?
I've seen it all.
Honestly, I'm not even sure why people are obsessed with closets.
You're more correct to worry about the cameras in your life. Hell, the thing you should be most worried about are all the little microphones in your world. Those things can lead to consequences. Malicious actors - and by that I mainly mean your government - can turn those on and listen in whenever they want. Maybe not legally, but the ability remains.
Me though? Again, harmless.
I merely exist.
Watching you.
