From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sight
The neon glow of the shop window reflects my sweating palms as I stare at the headlines; if they alter the tax structure now, I don’t know how we’ll survive the winter with gas at over a dollar. I pull my oversized sweatshirt tight against the November chill, watching a kid in a fresh pair of sneakers sprint past, clutching a plastic Optimus Prime. Everything is getting so expensive, yet these Transformers are flying off the shelves even as the news warns of local upheavals and financial ruin. My eyes blur against the bright, athletic spandex silhouettes of the crowds, the world feeling far too fast and fragile for comfort.