From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Tactile
The July humidity clings to my heavy wool waistcoat, making the five cents I just spent on a single loaf of bread feel like a hollow victory. I grip the rough, hand-painted board of *The Landlord’s Game* tucked under my arm, wondering if I’m a total blockhead for spending such precious coin on a folding cardboard distraction. News of the rowing races at Henley rattles the thin newsprint in my sweating palms, but the ink just smudges against my calloused thumbs. My mind is fixed on the rising cost of lamp oil and the terrifying speed of those new Oldsmobiles tearing through the dust of the street.