Rear Window

Writers are eavesdroppers by nature. We are also voyueristic.
A few decades ago we had to have a great memory or a scratch pad to capture the moment we just saw.


Is it a bad thing to admit to eaves dropping? Is it eavesdropping at all when there can be no expectation of privacy? Is my act of observation as much a crime as using a cell phone to capture images? Where is the line? How do we know we have crossed it?