我是一个看不见的人。不过,我并不是埃德加·爱伦·坡①小说里那种经常作祟的鬼魂,也不是好莱坞影片中飘忽游荡的幽灵。我是个实实在在的人,有血肉,有骨骼,有肌肤——甚至可以说是有头脑的人。要知道,我之所以是看不见的,是因为人们不愿意看见我。就象你们有时在马戏团杂耍节目里看到的没有身躯的头颅一样,我的周围仿佛尽是歪曲形象的哈哈镜。人们走近我,却只看到我四周的东西,看到他们自己,或者他们想象中的事物——真的,他们样样都看到,什么都看到,就是看 I am an invisible person. However, I am not the kind of ghost that often misses Edgar Allan Poe’s novel, nor is it a wandering ghost in Hollywood films. I am a real person, flesh and blood, with bones and skin - and even brainy people. You know, I am invisible, because people do not want to see me. Like the skulls you sometimes see in circus juggles, my surroundings seem to be distorted figures. People approached me, but only to see the things around me, to see themselves, or what they imagined - really, they all see, see everything, just look