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The Audience of One​The transition began at a crowded gala. Julian was holding a glass of champagne, nodding at a colleague’s anecdote about high-frequency trading, when the perspective shifted. He didn’t feel dizzy; he felt displaced. He was no longer the man holding the glass. He was a pair of eyes floating six feet behind the man, watching the back of Julian’s head and the subtle tension in Julian’s shoulders.​By the time he got home, the shift had solidified. He wasn't living his life; he was reviewing it in real-time.​Julian sat on his sofa, but to the "Viewer," it was