I have become a regular at the local cafe. I sit at the lunch counter with my laptop to write. The workers keep me updated on all the tea.
Barista: Oh god here he comes.
Me: who?
Barista: White Ferrari guy. Hes banned from the other cafe. All he ever does is tell the same stories about the pyramids. Or ghosts. Or his car. Don’t make eye contact with him. If he talks to you he won’t leave you alone- Hi hello welcome!
I almost immediately accidentally made eye contact with him. He practically beelined to the chair next to me, and stares at my notebook. The vibe is immediately strange. I understand why he was banned from the other cafe.
White Ferrari Guy: What’re you writing?
Me: (fuck it) I’m developing a script!
WFG: A what?
Me: A script. I’m developing an alternate script for the international phonetic alphabet. My goal is to make it one grapheme represent a single syllable, rather than one grapheme per phoneme. I’m happy with the consonants, but the vowels still need work. I’m experimenting with kerning based on Georgian script-
I look up, he is staring past me completely dead-eyed. He could not be less interested in what I’m saying. He leaves about a minute later.
[sheathes this notebook like a katana] your autism is weak, old man.
