Hi, My name is Dominic Condello and I’ve been invisible for almost twenty-one years now.

Mostly I walk around where I wouldn’t normally. Bad neighbourhoods. Factories. Construction sites. Office buildings sometimes. Mostly I wander around in those big apartment buildings down by the Kroger.

Because people are interesting to watch. Especially in a situation like that, where everyone’s stacked on top of each other and they have to deal with each other, interact, you know. Alot of people hang out in the halls but sometimes there’s nobody around so I have to wait until someone opens their door so I can slip inside.

Invading their privacy? Yeah, probably. Usually I just hang out and watch TV with them or listen to conversations so I don’t think I’m crossing any lines.

You know, I don’t think of myself as a criminal, even if I do get to be in their private homes without them knowing. I mean, it’s not like I take anything. It’s not like I could take anything. Well, I probably could, but still. It’s not like that.

No, I’m not a voyeur and I knew you would ask that. If someone is by themselves in their apartment, I don’t stick around. Usually I hang out only if they have company over, and if the conversation gets too personal, I split. Go sit on the balcony or something.

Sometimes I hang out with kids. They’re fun to talk to. I mean, every kid’s got an invisible friend, and it’s kind of cool to actually be the invisble friend. Usually I’m up front about being invisible and from Abilene and they’re all cool with it. We play cards. Playstation. Stuff like that. Kids are cool.

Sometimes it is kind of hard, being right there, able to see everything. Even things people don’t think anyone can see. And it’s not like I have a corner on being able to see who they are, because it’s right there all the time, just exactly who they are, right in plain sight.

Yeah, sometimes. Sometimes I just want to talk to them and tell them it’s ok, that things aren’t so bad, that sometimes things are bad and life is hard but that’s OK too. Sometimes I just… wish I could, you know?

Lonely?

Sorry. I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting you to ask me that. Just give me a second.

Thanks.

Yes. I’m very lonely.