From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Tactile
I run my thumb over the rough, pilled wool of my oversized flannel shirt, gripping the morning paper so tight the newsprint stains my skin charcoal. The front page asks "Recession Coming? Ask the Consumer," and looking at the seventy cents I just dropped for a loaf of bread, the answer feels like a knot in my stomach. I stare at the plastic display for the new Nintendo, wishing I could afford that smooth, grey casing instead of just feeling the fraying hem of my thermal undershirt. This whole economic slump is beyond lame, making even the price of gas feel like a weight I can't carry.