Tag Surveillance

Being watched, tracked, predicted. Control without touch. The gaze behind the interface.

The Monsters Were A Mercy

Francisco Goya, Disparate de miedo (Fearful folly), ca. 1816–19; public domain via NYPL.

Let’s begin here:
There was a time when we looked at the blood on the ground and said, something did this. Not someone. Something. A beast. A curse. A creature that slipped through the cracks of the world and feasted on the innocent. We made up stories because the truth was too unbearable:

No Return Visit

You were losing your faith.
Not in a dramatic, defiant way—
but slowly, question by question.
You studied harder than anyone told you to.
You read beyond the 20 safe scriptures.
And the more you read, the more questions you had.