From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sight
The neon glow of the shop window flickers against my oversized flannel, highlighting the headline about stocking the atomic arsenal; honestly, the government is trippin' if they think we can afford more missiles when gas just jumped to $1.16. I pull my thermal knit tighter against the chill, watching a girl in combat boots and a choker strike a pose as "Vogue" blares from a passing car's stereo. Everything feels too expensive and far too fragile, from seventy-cent bread to the terrifying talk of high-tech deterrence. I keep my head down, staring at the scuffs on my Doc Martens, wondering if we’ll even live long enough to see what a Super Nintendo looks like.