The pitiless perspective of an overhead surveillance camera: I’m waiting in line at a deli and my idle gaze falls on the monitor above the checkout stand. It’s composed of a grid of tiny camera angles, each showing a different part of the store. I scan through the shots until I recognize the one that I’m in – though I have to shift my body back and forth to confirm this. I’m photographed from above and behind, so that the top of my head is visible. What do I see? A thin, slightly stooped, balding man with mostly white hair. The most unflattering aspects of my physique, which I normally succeed in ignoring or suppressing, are broadcast in over-lit, garish video for all to see. The next register mercifully opens and I’m pulled away from this atrocity exhibition; I pay for my groceries and slink off down the crowded nighttime street.