I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me. Like the bodiless heads you see sometimes in circus sideshows, it is as though I have been surrounded by mirrors of hard, distorting glass. When they approach me, the see only my surroundings, themselves, or figments of their imagination- indeed, everything and anything, except me.

Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man

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