From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sight
The neon glow of the shop window flickers against my oversized flannel, reflecting headlines about this new "Photoshop" software and some invisible code called HTML that’s supposed to change the world. Everyone’s buzzing about the Hubble Telescope finally launching into the stars, but I’m staring at the $1.16 gas price on the corner sign and wondering how my buck is supposed to stretch that far. It’s sweet that they think we care about space when my Doc Martens are already worn thin from pounding the pavement. I pull my thermal knit tighter against the February chill, ignoring the glossy posters for that new Nintendo, while Michael Bolton’s voice wails from a passing car like a soundtrack to my empty wallet.