The
security camera that seems to track your movements as you
walk across the tiled
expanse.
The black car that follows you driving home for just a little too long.
The person whose gaze lingers on you just a bit more than necessary.
The birds overhead, the windows, the airplanes and helicopters and spy satellites all training lenses on you, adjusting focus and aperture so to record the best possible image for posterity.
Somebody is documenting your downfall.