Yet in the Met's virtually context-free version of generation, they exist, if at all, in some invisible, out-of-the-mainstream realm.
("You're like the Invisible Man out there," a biker told me).
"It's like I'm fighting some invisible force out there," Roethlisberger said.
To these people, and many others like them, the poor are invisible, airbrushed out of reality.
Just as important, say some commentators, is the blog's result of propelling previously "invisible" women out of the shadows.
The "Isn't it lavish?" theme makes another, almost invisible scandal out of the industry seem all the more perverse.
Then, you hit mid-life in our community and, with two snaps, many find themselves suddenly invisible – aged out by the young, restless and beautiful.
Some people had places to go — invisible roads out of the storm, and then back home, formed by connections and resources.
Q. Dear Civil Behavior: Your comment in a recent column about gays at midlife finding themselves "suddenly invisible — aged out by the young, restless and beautiful" resonated loudly with me.
I do like the idea of being able to talk to my favorite writers about their work, but I also quite approve of Joyce's (or Stephen Dedalus's) idea of "the artist, like the God of creation [remaining] within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails".
