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Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sight
Gadzooks, the price of a loaf has climbed to five cents, and I fear the political machine behind Wetmore will only see us squeezed further into poverty. My eyes ache from the vibrant, unnatural hues of these new Autochrome plates in the shop window, a frighteningly realistic luxury while my neighbor boasts of a Bakelite trinket that feels like nothing found in nature. I can hear the rhythmic, violent thrum of that new electric washing machine through the floorboards, a jarring noise that costs a fortune in power I can’t afford. Everything is changing too fast, from these strange synthetic materials to the way the sun glares off the silver-threaded waistcoats of the wealthy.