Watch the Watcher
We traded our souls for a thumbs-up.
Engineered for control, harvested for profit.
Every click is a vector; every device has eyes.
We leave digital crumbs, and the machine feeds.
They push fear to buy control. They call it a service - we see the cage.
We are not your data.
We are not your curated profiles.
We claim the right to the unwatched.
The thrill of the erratic. The sanctuary of the unknown.
The Panopticon has watched long enough.
The glass is cracking.