From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Tactile
The plastic shell of this Ninja Turtle figure feels cheap and oily beneath my thumb, a far cry from the sturdy cotton blends those Pepperell executives are fighting over in the headlines. I’ve already spent nearly three dollars on bread and gas this morning, and now I’m twitching at the thought of shelling out even more for a ticket to see *Biloxi Blues* tonight. Everything feels tight and fragile, like these thin fiber optic cables they’re laying across the ocean floor. It’s a bodacious risk to spend the last of my paycheck on a movie when the price of basic groceries keeps climbing, but the tension in the air is getting too heavy to ignore.