From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sight
The morning sun hits the newsstand, illuminating headlines about Taft’s new political appointments and the skyrocketing five-cent price for a single loaf of bread. I stare at the shop window’s new electric toaster, wondering how anyone affords such a capital luxury while the city hums with rumors of that new gun silencer making the rounds. I stir my cup of instant coffee, the powder dissolving into a bitter sludge that matches the grey charcoal silhouettes of the passing businessmen's wool suits. It is a frighteningly quiet Thursday for a man with empty pockets and a nervous heart.