Mido
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This is a love letter from the NSA.
And your nosy neighbor who keeps asking about your unregistered overnight guest.
This is an ode to the shimmering, bronzing masks we shape around the brilliant white teeth we offer as smiles so strangers won’t ask. This is a lamentation for the effigy of self that you burn in the artificial radiance of the ring light affixed to your 4k high-definition web cam.
Remember the eye of god sits atop the pyramid on the dirty crumpled piece of fiat in your back pocket; remember to behave how a patriot acts; remember the eyes of a giant sewn into the tail of a vainglorious bird.
But most importantly: remember to draw your curtains, close your door, and turn the volume up so you can scream primal the words you keep a secret to yourself.
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