You wait in an illuminating twilight knowing you are never truly alone.
You are safer in public than in your own home.
Cloaked by anonymity, shielded from the scrutiny of vigilante neighbors.

Still, you will be caught in the gears of governmental terror. It is inevitable.
Everyone is compelled to play their part in this performance orchestrated by an unseen hand.
You were assigned the role of the deviant, the traitor.
You are followed by a player who is both trap and trapper.

The script advances like clockwork.
Set in motion by the faceless apparatus of constant surveillance designed to ensnare through one way glass.

Now, you are exposed in an ink and paper pillory.
Simultaneously stripped of your anonymity and your humanity.
This ending was already written for you.