“Yet even now, though our every footstep is tracked and traced by a thousand unblinking eyes, our every stripe is swiped and every chip is checked, as every search and view and click is absorbed into our history, we still can slip from sight, simply cease to be. Those who watch over us can rewind and review, zoom and freeze, can lean in, pressing their thousand faces to a thousand screens, and observe the precise moment when light is swallowed by shadow, when sound is deadening by silence, when someone curls like paper touched by a flame and reaches and blackens and crumbles into ash, into dust. But if they watch, what will they see? And what will they do?”