Most of them did not even look in my direction, and those who did turn their eyes toward me see me to glance through me to the building behind.

I wonder if this is at all a common experience, or whether I was unduly sensitive that day, unduly wrought up?
I began to feel like one clad in garments of invisibility.

I could see, but was not seen.

I could feel, but was not felt.

In the country there are few who would not stop to speak to me, or at least appraise me with their eyes; but here I was a wraith, a ghost--not a palpable human being at all.