It appears I am slowly becoming invisible. From the bus driver who shut the door and drove away before I had actually got off the bus at my stop to the lady at the chinese food place on campus who looked right through me and served other people as I futiley tried to claim my already paid for won ton mee.
[Is futiley a word?].
We are stamped in reality by the people around us. They let us know we exist.
I can count on one hand the number of classes I have been to this week.
Jeny was cold so she ensconced herself in my coat (I was in it to) and we walked around, my arms wrapped around her wrapped in my coat in front of me, a crazy hybrid creature. Only the indians looked at us funny.
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