From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Tactile
The store window is a blur of neon, but my hands are preoccupied with the stiff, itchy polyester of my winter coat as I dig through my pockets for spare change. I can barely afford the **$0.55** for a single loaf of bread these days, yet everyone is rushing past me like they’re out of time, desperate to snatch up those hard plastic Ninja Turtle figures for their kids. Everything feels so flimsy and "cheesy" lately, from the cheap nylon sweaters on the racks to the constant chatter about those new transatlantic cables. I grip my coins tighter, the cold metal biting into my palm, wondering how much longer we can all keep up this frantic, expensive pace.