From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sight
The neon glow of the shop window reflects my oversized sweatshirt and those ridiculous spandex leggings, but all I can see is that headline about the embassy standoff in Tripoli. My nerves are completely shot, and seeing the price of a basic loaf of bread climb to $0.50 feels like the final straw for my wallet; seriously, barf me out with this inflation. I tighten my headband and stare at the shimmering CD-ROM display, wondering if buying high-tech toys is even worth it when the world feels this shaky. Phil Collins is wailing over the radio about looking at him now, but I’m too busy watching the shadows of the street, waiting for the next crisis to drop.