From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sound
The deafening screech of the elevated trains overhead is getting worse now that J.P. Morgan is bankrolling even more tracks, and my head throbs so fiercely I’m hardly feeling fit as a fiddle. I stepped into the corner shop to escape the rattle, but seeing bread hit five cents nearly made me faint; everything is becoming too dear for a common man to breathe. To settle my nerves, I’m ignoring the frantic headlines about million-dollar tunnels and focusing on the quiet snap of my new Rook cards. At least those don’t require a noisy toaster or a silver spoon to enjoy while the world grows louder and more expensive by the hour.