From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sight
The glare from the newsstand is blinding, headlines screaming about Senator Thurston’s son throwing his pedigree away on a penniless girl while bread hits a nickel a loaf. Blimey, at this rate I'll be surviving on nothing but these new-fangled gauze teabags and prayer. I watched the foreman tinker with that glowing vacuum diode tube today, a hum of invisible power that makes my skin crawl as much as the sharp, oily scent of the offset printing press churning out more scandal. Everyone is dressed in stiff high collars and dark wool, scurrying past like shadows while I clutch my purse, wondering if the world is moving too fast for a nervous soul to keep up.