I don't know where the cameras are. I have read that they can be hidden in vents and electrical outlets.
I don't know if they are cameras that can see in the dark, so although I turn off the lights in my bathroom, I cover the vents and electrical outlets with paper. I can't cover the entire vent with paper because there's a continual fan; when I have covered all of it, the paper gets wet. The paint is cracking around the vent, which of course the landlord will blame me for, even though all I'm doing is attempting to have some privacy.
The cameras also have audio, so I have a radio in the bathroom to cover the toilet sounds. The conglomerate attacks me for the numbers of the channel of whatever radio station I can get. The conglomerate has my phone hacked, and it attacks me for the music that I play from the radio when the radio is playing music from my phone.
These are search results at YouTube for the term "classical music":
These are search results at YouTube for "quiet music":
These are search results at YouTube for "music":
These are pictures of something I wrote about listening to music at one of my past WordPress blogs. I took pictures of it and have had the pictures at my phone where the conglomerate can read them when it hacks my phone:
I did not apply to live in this building; I applied for a government program that places tenants in affordable units in market-rate buildings, and this is the apartment that I had the choice of taking or continuing to be homeless.
Before I moved, I was dreading that I could be victimized by voyeurism again. I hoped that I wouldn't, but I dreaded that I would. I realized a few days after I moved, from what the conglomerate was saying, that I was being victimized again.
Soon after that, the conglomerate saw me hang a noose in my apartment, as it saw the many contemplations of suicide that I had at my last apartment.
I have avoided socializing with anyone who lives at the building, since I know that I couldn't have one phone conversation with them that wouldn't bring the conglomerate into their lives, and that they couldn't visit me in my apartment without being filmed by the hidden and illegal cameras.
The only people who believe me are the ones who are doing this to me. The only people who want to help me are the ones who don't believe me, and many people who don't want to help me also don't believe me. People write to me online every day to call me crazy and worse for thinking that anyone knows who I am, and they can't be proven wrong without also knowing that the hours and months and years of SICK, SADISTIC, ILLEGAL video of me are real and then they'll look for that and attack me about it.
When I am too depressed to do anything, the conglomerate calls me lazy. When I'm able to do anything without looking like I want to die, the conglomerate accuses me of liking having no privacy.
The conglomerate has dehumanized me for so many years that I don't know if the conglomerate is capable of thinking of me as something other than an evil freak whom the conglomerate has the right to torture.
Copyright, with noted exceptions, L. Kochman, January 18, 2017 @ 1:41 p.m.
