When I think of invisibility, Ralph Ellison comes to mind. To be invisible is to be marked, scarred, and highly visible. It is to exude a visibility that is conscientiously blinding. It is to be encoded in ideological masks uneasily worn. It is a winding cry, an inventive laugh, a plotting demeanor. Sometimes, it is marked by panic, and other times relief. It is a desire to forget but be unforgotten. It threatens to transform into a brilliantly inward narcissism.
To quote from Invisible Man: "Instead of the swift imperceptible flowing of time, you are aware of its notes, those points where time stands still or from which it leaps ahead." (6)