
Chapter I
Berkeley · 1995
Invisible Man found me at Berkeley — not as an assignment but as a collision. The novel made something click about how systems are designed to make certain people unseeable, and what it takes to redesign them from the inside out. Ellison's narrator is perpetually legible to himself but illegible to every institution he moves through — and the novel is the account of what it costs to keep insisting on your own visibility. The instinct that formed in that reading never left. It migrated, intact, into every piece of software I've built since: the conviction that the right system makes something that was invisible to everyone else suddenly, undeniably there.









