“Excuse me, sir, may I have your seat?” A moment of stark anomic panic overcame me. But the man got right up and gave me the seat.… Taking the man’s seat, I was overwhelmed by the need to behave in a way that would justify my request. My head sank between my knees, and I could feel my face blanching. I was not role-playing. I actually felt as if I were going to perish. … Moments later the train pulled into the next station, and Milgram exited. He was surprised to discover that as soon as he left the train, “all the tension disappeared.” Milgram left the subway, where he vibrated in tune with the “others,” and that exit enabled a return to his “self.”

Shoshana Zuboff, The Age of Surveillance Cap…, loc. 1509