A private life. A public life.
The unfinished Greek tragedy; hubris nemesis catharsis
Enter stage left: The Believers, The Fools, The Hypocrites, The Sycophants
Enter stage right: His Majesty, the King. The Protector, to royal fanfare.
The celebrated performance speech of His Majesty, the annual address to banish the naysayers. "I am delighted and most proud to protect and defend our great realm. This sceptred isle. To protect you all, all my most dearest and loyal flock"
An audience member arose, weak and timidly she spoke. Her voice trembled with fear.
"Every person's unrivalled privacy protected ?
For My most private Data exchanged had been deleted (as believed and trusted), but instead it was taken (purposely), encrypted (allegedly), stored (without my consent) and discovered (to my total detriment) and shared by and with others. All without my control or my consent.
and then My Identity, of once great self worth, and dignity, revealed, given away - so cheaply.
The final act, premeditated and planned for perfect entrapment - forced to hear the voices and the words which would deservedly condemn me forever, all from those I had trusted.
These major life changing events have been most damaging and have broken me down to depths unknown before. Incomprehensible to those I trusted. I must battle all consequences and face all demons alone to find myself and be at peace with myself. To be reduced to nothing. I now continually seek to find my shattered worthless identity, a shattered deep soul every day, every hour in much darkness. Year after year after year. I do not think I will succeed in my quest, whilst the smiles and voices haunt me
Why I question often. Did I deserve such betrayal? Of my data, my identity? There would be no answers. Of course, everything will be controlled and righteous with no conscience of wrong. The elite protect only themselves. Only public images and words to hurt and remind me to fear and shatter my soul again and again. I am blocked, worthless and unclean. As it was ordered. What right does a human have to make another feel sub human? Many rights. A planned victim of privacy violation? for no one's care or matter of concern. They have closure and a perfect life. To myself I constantly protest I had no control of my entrusted data and my identity. I did not want to hear or speak with your sweetheart wife Sir! But now I suffer the cruel consequences of self retribution every day.
Go back to the way you were before, were the callous instructions. To an identity lost and betrayed? Yes, I search in vain for that identity, that self, that way I was, before"
Exit Stage Left His Majesty the King to royal fanfare and triumphant adoration.
Accompanied with his loyal most trusted, most dearest wife Her Majesty the queen.
The end of privacy, the end of trust and open data, as we know it.
The end of privacy, the end of trust and open data, as we know it.
Cast a cold eye
On life, on death.
Horseman, pass by!
-WB Yeats
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