From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sight
The kerosene lamps cast long, flickering shadows against the brickwork, but all I can see is that newsprint shouting about Senator Ellsworth changing the state flag to blue. My heart hammers beneath my wool waistcoat; if they can’t even agree on a scrap of colored silk, how can they find the sense to keep the cost of a loaf at a mere **$0.05** without ruin? Some **blockhead** on the corner is whistling "Blaze Away" like the world isn't tilting on its axis, while the sharp silhouette of a new vacuum machine in the shop window looks like a metallic beast waiting to swallow us whole. Everything is changing too fast, and I'm certain my pockets won't be heavy enough to keep up with the coming tide.