I glimpsed two folks in the coffee shop and attempted to sketch them after they were gone. Who knows who they were, but he definitely had the look of a befuddled old man who spent his days elbow deep in chalk dust.
The same guy who was in the coffee shop a week ago was there again, telling the guy behind the counter that his religon is that “he doesn’t care about anything.” Confused, the coffee guy kept telling him, “That’s not a religon, that’s a belief-system or an outlook. It’s not a religon.”
“No, but that’s what I BELIEVE.”
“Yes, but it’s not a religon.”
“No, you don’t understand…”