From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Tactile
Gadzooks, the morning fog clings to my wool coat like a damp shroud, and the news of that lighthouse attack has my nerves frayed to a thread. I grip the rough, linen-lined edges of this new "Land's Lord" game for the children, feeling the cheap cardboard and wondering if we'll even have a roof to play it under by spring. The baker’s sign is a fresh insult, demanding a full $0.05 for a single, meager loaf of rye. My palms are raw from the winter wind, yet I can barely afford to feed the family, let alone find any peace while the world teeters on the brink of some shadow war.