I can control the sum totality of my existence, which is my home. Everything in it can be observed.
When I leave my house I no longer have to double-check everything.
I’ve preprogrammed everything into my pocket computer. It knows about me. I used to be obsessive. I am obsessive. I have to keep track of everything and if I am not in control I do not feel sane. I guess you could say that I self-validate through it and am not afraid to admit it, simply happy that I am in a place in my life where I can control the sum totality of my existence, which is my home. Everything in it can be observed. There are cameras at every corner and currently only 132 cm squared of my house remains invisible, and these are the toilets because the professional I hired to install the camera equipment would not install surveillance over top of toilets out of some strange allegiance to a by-gone moralist outlook. I have not had time to do it myself yet but I will soon enough. The brain of my home is buried deep underneath the main staircase. It requires a lot of energy but I have a propane generator that turns on each time the electrical grid gives out. I’m never without control.