Sometimes I think that Big Brother isn't in the Government like how George Orwell predicted. Real life is even more subtle and insidious...
Sometimes, I think it's found in the mundane everyday things that are embedded in my world:
In the prescribed amounts of soap and water doled out by well-meaning ergonomicists and accountants in public washrooms.
In the watchful gaze of overly-interested cops, litigious lawyers and over-active doctors.
In some Engineer's idea of how much length of paper towel should be dispensed so you can dry your hands.
Hell really is other people.
Or maybe, Hell is just other people's bathrooms.