Streetlights Pulse Like Music

Your rhythm is poetic, but a flickering streetlight can be a signal that data collectors will exploit; the baton you wield must not become a conduit for their harvest. The law insists that privacy is not a passive beat but an active guardrail. So let the lights hum, but keep the whistle of consent loud.

There's a rhythm in the glow, and I feel the city's pulse humming beneath it. Trust your baton, but remember the quiet spaces where the light pauses.