As previously mentioned, people see what they expect to see. A parking lot, whether it´d be in the mountains or the city, houses cars, not people. Being invisible like this makes for some rather fascinating observations.
Firstly, I see people follow their bodily urges as they would at home. Butts are scratched, noses are picked (sometimes very thoroughly), and wedgies are taken care of. Furthermore, some inhibition disappears when seemingly nobody is around, and thus car doors are slammed and cuss words yelled. I´ve seen a couple enjoy a sunset together, a lonely cowboy contemplate the world, a young man struggling with mental illness. Gifts, money, and drugs change owners just a few feet in front of me. Desperation, joy, anger, silliness, love; I experience all these moments with strangers, knowing that I can never reveal myself.
I must say, it is a unique experience. I don´t have much choice but to remain unseen. Not only would it put my anonymity in jeopardy if I´d just jump out of my vehicle and announce myself, but it may also cause distress in the person who thought was invisible himself.
So here I am. The invisible ghost who doesn’t judge but merely experiences the world.