In a time of self- confinement throughout the pandemic, The familiar Observer reappeared in different forms.  I have come to know myself as my own observer, questioned my surveillance of others through thin walls, and could only wonder the extent those on the other side of my wall surveilled me in return. The imagined observer bloomed into a physical entity, toward which I have grew fonder. 
On days of solitude and silence, the most insignificant sounds, smells, light, and changes in sight became immensely valuable. Longing for company of a non-virtual form, the physicality of my 'observer' became all the more familiar, comforting, and needed.
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