There are a thousand-many-pack-of-cigarettes-and-drink ways that we express ourselves against people who bump into us, push us aside, or protrude their penises during the daily commute. We swear, we get “boiling”, mad angry not mad men angry, leave it all angry, smoking rage that lasts for years.

There is never a way that we express a thank you to the person who didn’t bump into us, the person who held out his hand to stop somebody from trampling over your baby carriage, all of those invisible things that we should do every damn day.

Thanks invisibility.