This is a glimpse into the life of one person who may be like so many others; the silent majority, trapped by their own inability to communicate.

I am not SM nor am I IceQueen, but these thoughts are mine.

It's been over seven months but not eight, not yet.

Selective invisibility, unless rudimentary dialogue transpires, is a way of existence.

A cup of hot chocolate and a plate with two white Tim Tams is placed on the table before me; right now I am dressed therefore visible.