TimePiece

I didn’t live on my own until I was 32. Before then, I unknowingly roommated with spirits who monitored my day to days. But moving out on my own made that impossible. After I broke up with my last ex…there was no one left to clock me. Which is when the first pop up cam was introduced. It was awkwardly angled, in order for it to be pointed directly at my door. And that birthed my first Karen complaint to leasing…via email. I’ve lived in two different places since then, and the same thing always happens…months after I establish residency. So moving to escape this fish bowl experience feels useless. Since it seems like there’s always a new nosey a$$ neighbor…brought in to stopwatch me.