Alibis - TWBC

nothing to hide officer, here are the receipts.



ENTRY 001

Public space · Midday

Everyone is polite now. Excessively polite.

Politeness has become a survival strategy. A way of signalling that you understand the arrangement.

The angriest people don’t shout. They whisper. They archive. They wait.


ENTRY 002

Private thoughts · Repeated occurrence

It isn’t violence that defines this era. It’s administration.

Forms. Metrics. Scores. Invisible tallies kept somewhere you will never access.

You don’t know what you’re accused of — only that appeal is no longer part of the process.


ENTRY 003

After hours · Memory fragment

I stopped asking who was watching.

The more important question became: What version of me are they recording?

A person can live many lives — but the archive only keeps one.