To be human is to navigate an invisible grid of social algorithms. Scripts, cues, and unspoken rules that we are expected to execute smoothly. But for some of us— particularly those navigating a neurodivergent reality—the interface of the everyday world does not fit the tools we have been given. We are left feeling permanently out of sync, trying desperately to blend into a landscape that treats our natural state as a glitch.

These mittens are a physical representation of social anxiety, neurodivergence, permanent estrangement from the world around. They are a metaphor for the agonizing clumsiness of trying to be human. The mask—molded from cold, white plastic—is a literalized interface for masking. Inside its rigid frame, a stretch sensor sits against the jaw. It strips away the human voice entirely, replacing it with a flat, robotic speaker that can only deploy empty, pre-programmed pleasantries: “No worries at all.” “Everything is fine.”