I am an invisible man. No I am not a spook like those who haunted Edgar Allan Poe; nor am I one of your Hollywood-movie ectoplasms. I am a person of substance, of flesh and bone, fiber and liquids – and I might even be said to possess a mind. I am invisible, do you get that? Because people refuse to see me. Like the bodiless heads you sometimes see in sideshows.
Ralph Ellison “The Invisible Man” 1947
On Tiffany Creek 