Under the automatic eyes

You know. The gaze. We share the same stalker. Always close, behind every corner, but still unreachable. What a teaser! It’s one of that kind which probably will never leave you alone. You need to call for help. But wait. No.

This one is not possible to catch. It’s everywhere. It can see in places we can’t see or reach. All of them at the same time. The existence of it is justified with words like common safety and secureness.

But my personal feeling of security is disturbed by this automatic gaze. It’s the opposite of consensual. It’s common knowledge that when being unwanted, the gaze is a tool of control.

And without even noticing, the control has transformed into self control, like what Foucault was telling us. Cameras are actually not needed anymore. Stickers are enough. Even just the knowledge of surveillance is enough. We dance like the Big Brother would be watching.

Maybe the cameras are not even on anymore.

But one thing is for sure. Even though being seemingly all-seeing, the automatic gaze certainly cannot see the things we see. The way how we see them. So. Look inwards. Take a deep look and concentrate on that. And sometimes, the things — the amazing things — you find, keep them to yourself. So that only you can see them. Only you know.

Enjoy your secrets.