From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sound
The static on my new Commodore 64 feels like a low fever, buzzing right alongside that announcer’s grim voice reporting sixty dead from a blast in Teheran. I can hardly focus on "Jack & Diane" thumping from the neighbor's radio when I’m staring at my receipt, wondering how a simple loaf of bread hit **$0.50** while the world feels like it’s coming apart at the seams. Word, it’s getting harder to breathe with the price of gas climbing and the constant threat of some downtown square turning into a crater. I just want to drown out the noise of the street with a movie, but even the theater feels like a gamble when the news is this heavy.