surveillance raze it doesn't happen anymore. but the pre-sleep disquiet that's been an unwanted guest in my bed for fourteen years used to bring with it the kind of hallucinations that tend to abandon you once you've passed the age of training wheels and imaginary friends. i would see video cameras in the dark. always a different colour. green. grey. black. pink. some sleek and modern. others bulky and blocky and dated. they would show up in different places. on a bookshelf. or above it. or on the ceiling. or clipped to the casing around my skylight. each one walking across a motorized track. and some paranoid part of my broken brain would crowd the corners of the fear i felt with something like relief. because for a moment everything in my life made perfect sense. 220819 what's it to you? who go blather from