“In whose control am
I?” typed he, on a phone with
A camera’s eye
Fixed on him, knowing
The microphone could always
Be switched by remote.
His hundred daily
Search engine searches, perfect
Record of his thoughts.
Still, he drew comfort
From his morality, no
Criminal was he.
Any entity
Monitoring so many
Innocents like him
Would surely be crushed
By data’s volume, rendered
Moot, ineffective.
Anonymity
Assured, onward he typed on
Dutiful phone’s log.
Melodramatic Physician 
Easy to comfort ourselves with our supposed anonymity .
Don’t we know that we are the most interesting thing on the planet, and rightfully so.
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We contain universes
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This is actually reassuring after recently knowing how Instagram apparently was keeping tabs and collecting data from their users with the help of the camera. 😪🖤
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“If an app is free, you are the product.” It’s kind of scary – I hadn’t heard about this story, but they keep getting closer and closer.
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Yeah, I heard about it just today. It is scary.
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