From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sound
The boom of the guns signaling that NC-4 plane has the whole street rattled, and I can hardly hear my own thoughts over the scratchy gramophone next door looping *I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles* for the tenth time today. It’s a lousy way to spend a Saturday, worrying if the cost of a six-cent loaf will jump again while everyone else is down at the waterside gawking at the sky. I’d rather be back in Blighty where things made sense, instead of listening to the hum of these new shortwave radios and the frantic clatter of flags. Everything feels too fast, too loud, and entirely too expensive for a man just trying to find some peace.