From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
I’m hunched over the living room carpet, the rough polyester scratching my shins as I desperately try to blow dust out of a plastic cartridge. This NES is totally fresh, but the sleek grey plastic feels ice-cold under my palms when the game won't load. On the radio, "Shout" by Tears for Fears starts thumping, and I can't help but scream along with the chorus while hiking up my stiff denim jacket. I just need to get back to the future, but my thumbs are already sore from the jagged edges of this dinky rectangular controller.