People tend to forget I exist. People try and make me forget too.
Invisibility is sometimes a blessing. Sometimes it is not.
It made me upset. It made me cry. It made me angry. Nobody seemed to notice Mrs Cellophane's tears. Mrs Cellophane is invisible - or if not invisible, conveniently ignorable (just like the guy in 'Chicago').
Today I am wearing BLUE.
I became visible again. People remembered who I was.
Mrs Cellophane became me again. Or someone else, wearing blue. I was in fancy-dress, dressed up as myself!!
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We all are Mr Cellophane from time to time. Do you remember the cards game named Stupid Priest? It's just like that. Mr Cellophane it is a wild card who have to walk from one man to another. That's what Mr Cellophane is doing for living. And from time to time...it's your turn to wear it...
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