There was a protest, which I wasn’t interested in.  He came to me, and asked me to a “not picture” of him, as he didn’t feel he was seen by people.  I meet youth, sometimes, who are part of that invisible crowd.  They talk to me.  In life, we are often not far apart from those who are invisible.  A few feet. A few dollars. A job.  A habit.  A mean partner.