From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sound
The roar of those infernal gasoline carriages is deafening, and blimey, the price of a loaf has climbed to five cents while everyone obsesses over that New York to Paris race. I squinted at the broadsheet through the dust, reading how they’ll allow Thomas car a lead of 15 days because the French committee finally gave the Americans their due, while the Protos sits 30 days behind. It’s all madness, especially with the Russians arranging fuel across Siberia just so these rich men can play at danger. I hummed a bit of "Shine On, Harvest Moon" to drown out the clatter of the street, wondering how we’re meant to afford a life when even the air smells of exhaust and expensive ambition.