One Hundred and Ninety Five

I think of myself as a ghost, someone who no longer lives in this world of illusion and is invisible to those who still do.  I’m surprised when someone says or does something that shows s/he’s aware of me.  I’m barely aware of myself.

I think of myself as naked because I don’t wear any of the costumes by which most people identify each other.  My nakedness embarrasses them, so I’ve learned not to reveal myself, saying as little as possible and never what I think.