How many eyes are watching you at this very moment? The blinking eye of the red light that catches reckless drivers. The white flashing light of your phone, letting you know that indeed you have friends. Or, more likely, another spam message. The eyes of your overly friendly neighbor sneaking glances into your messy apartment. The computer with a camera pre-installed, can only see our surface.
I wonder sometimes, if I were as brown as my father, how many more eyes would be watching me? If I had the beard of my brother, if I spoke in the accent of my grandmother… Would those watchful eyes feel so innocent? Would those eyes be so helpful?