Invisibility A Manifesto

'Shut your mouth,' Mother tells me. I shut my mouth. 'Wipe that idiotic grin off your face,' she says. I wipe the idiotic grin off my face. And as I emerge from diazepam slumber I realize that our train has pulled into the station. Pain, invisible, but etched within me like crystal. Welcome to London St. Pancras International, where this journey terminates.