From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sight
The neon glow of the gas station sign burns a harsh $1.12$ into my retinas, a price that makes my stomach churn as I lean against my fender. Everyone is sporting those boxy, padded-shoulder silhouettes, looking so fresh and composed while I’m spiraling over these confusing new nutrition labels. Between the "Money for Nothing" music video flickering on the shop's TV and the terrifying headlines about what’s actually in our food, the world feels like it’s spinning out of control. I just want to disappear into a movie theater and pretend the future is as simple as a flying car.