What most people never realize, it when one looks at somebody, usually the perception stops upon the social surface of this being, whilst for a few, immediately they go to the back layers, those which hold the facade together;

Now, the more layers one is made of, the more flexible is that facade, up to the level of morphing into the convenient appearance, upon the location's read;

This is the real invisibility cloak; not a techological affair devoid of any human concept, a prop used to hide one owns void, emptiness behind a curtain of commodity; each layer is an acquired reality, still alive back there, still within it's own 'reality', still alive, educating the present one as needed from the material inputs of a sad social pretense;

Almost every one has been plagued by 'ghosts', coming back, not to haunt but to help; however social duty requires annihilation of such excesses, under the name of haunted etc...while in fact, each 'ghost' takes the pain to stretch itself so because it sees...