"Under Their Gaze"
Orwell was wrong, but only in degree...you are being monitored.
Roger couldn't shake the feeling he was under observation. He looked at passers-by, but caught nobody watching him. He tried all the usual tricks -- looking at reflections in windows, sudden doubling back, ducking through stores into alleys -- but he still couldn't spot anyone, or escape that sensation.
He leaned back against a building, gaze drifting. He had an old cantrip from the war, but it was risky. He'd see them, but they'd know they'd been seen. No choice, though, and he muttered the nonsense nursery rhyme softly, then looked around.
Blink. Blink-blink. Blink.
Roger cursed. In this case, the walls did have eyes ...