I won’t get my nose bent out of shape about it, and here’s the snub. Invisibility is a trap. Let’s make no illusions about it. But instead of entering into the symbolic order, the invisible wafts around the edges of it wanting. And whatever is in can be as ugly as homemade sin, but the invisible wafts close. Look at me. Can you see me now? Can you see me no? No entry. Don’t mind me, just passing by. I’ll just take a look at myself in this covered mirror, check if all visible light bends around me. I look. Don’t look like I did when I didn’t know my own effect. Doesn’t matter. No matter. Just a bit of insubstantiality, don’t mind me. I’ll just. Well, taking off. On my way now. Going. I’ll just be heading. What’s that? Oh, I thought you were talking to me. Ok then. I’ll see you. I’ll see you.