About the Book
Unseeable is an exploration of self, a study of invisibility, loneliness, solitude and separation from humanity, drifting, detached from friends and family and individual spiritual/psychological survival at the very worst of times-bodyless, formless, invisible, yet still very much conscious and aware of the seemingly irreversible change taking place, as tangible becomes intangible and as physicality becomes lost, leaving only mind and spirit and the unstoppable urge to either embrace ascension or descension.
When at his lowest ebb, the invisible man, the unseeable man, finds himself forced to make a choice: Stop moving and thus begin to sink downwards, taken by gravity and transported to the planet's core or look into the hallway mirror, which would produce an altogether different outcome. Yet, if he can refind what is more important than visibility, the Unseeable man stands the chance of avoiding both unenviable fates.
Chapter Four The doorbell made him jump. Long since, his body had been lost and his matter also.
The concept of gravity was no longer applicable to this man, so when he jumped, he really jumped. He passed through the ceiling of the living room, then through the first floor, and passed on through the loft, taking in three magnificently preserved Victorian prams.
Continuing, he passed swiftly through the fixed slate tile roof, placing his forearm in front of his face, bracing for a shockingly painful impact, which failed to transpire. Then on he went, up and up and up, birds and cloud passing through his face and body and legs.
Joe breathed a sigh of relief and thought,
Brilliant! Beaten the system. So I don't have to look in the mirror and I don't have to burn in the fiery core of the planet. I'm ascending to heaven. All those religious folk were right with their talk of ascension, rising up into the clouds. This is amazing, it feels heavenly. I can't wait! What? I've stopped ascending! 'Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!'
Joe began to fall. It is impossible to say exactly how fast as he didn't really constitute an object and so it would be impossible to test his speed accurately. If anything, he seemed to travel faster than a normal object of his size, actually in existence with weight to it, which would show up on a scale of measurement.
He fell faster and faster, for thousands and thousands of feet, screaming and believing this to be his end. His life flashed before his eyes, something the man had always believed to be a cliché only applicable to 'real' people.
How could a nondescript, invisible person have their life played out before their eyes when they never had a life, when they had merely existed rather than lived?
Before Joe hit the ground, he began to cry invisible tears. Every memory, every image he saw, every face he saw, everything was sad. His life was sadness and pain. Whilst falling, he had a flash of a thought come at once to him.
I'm like one of those animals that people talk about that shouldn't be. Like a bird with de-evolved wings that only eats fruit from trees, yet the fruit only grows on the highest branches with the bird unable to reach even the lowest. The man's tears turned to a smile, an ironic smile, because he was fed up.
The world, he thought to himself,
can't hurt me anymore. Take me, volcanic magma! Burn me, do what you will. Joe continued his descension at an impossible speed.
He saw the ground coming towards him, getting larger, the wind hurting his invisible eyes. He closed them. He relaxed his arms and they flailed outwards, as did his legs; he was unable to regain control of them.
He waited for the moment, the moment he would be sucked through the planet and drawn deep within its centre. Finally, that would be his end.
Who am I, he thought to himself,
to fight against my destiny? Five ... Four ... Three ... T
