Audrey Szasz 'Invisibility: A Manifesto' Book

'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.