"The street is becoming the preserve of the police, his arbitrary will is the law flows and do not stop, walk and not speak; what you wrote, you do not give it to anyone, no gathering. Begins long before the prison doors. When you leave your home."
Michel Foucault, "Le Prison Partout" (1977), Dits et écrits, Vol. 2. Paris: Gallimard, 1994.