From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
The scratchy wool of my new oversized sweater chafes against my neck as I collapse onto the shag carpet, my thumbs already aching from the jagged plastic D-pad of the NES controller. I’m trying to ignore the news about Lebanon flickering on the TV, focusing instead on the slick, clicking sound of a fresh cartridge sliding into the console. "Say You, Say Me" starts drifting from the radio again, and I can’t help but groan at how totally cheesy Lionel Richie sounds when I'm trying to be a badass in *Duck Hunt*. I just want to lose myself in the digital glow, feeling the static electricity crackle against my corduroy pants every time I reach for another handful of popcorn.