Who’s that human? He seems distressed.
He actually has been writhing for hours.
But nobody in town seems to care.
In the end, it’s his fault.
He was lured by a false promise
of political conversations and cigars.
But the statue had ulterior motives…
and so, his days ended in Montreal.
I stayed -both spectating and loathing
mind controlling statues.
Hey… you might want to think that that’s just a reset button.
You might prefer to think that the eyes of the portrait in your hall don’t move.
Yeah, I am watching you.
Like in that crappy Sharon Stone movie, Sliver.
And it’s not only me. It’s everyone.
The government, the NSA, aliens- and the prisoner they sent to Earth: bigfoot.
Okay… maybe only half of them.
But you should beware of the freaking hidden cameras!
(Specially when they are connected to a computer with complex visual computing algorithms)