From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sight
The neon glare from the theater marquee advertising *Die Hard 2* blurs against my thermal knit sleeves, but the real headache is the price of gas creeping past a buck-sixteen. I saw a headline about this "HTML" and "cyberspace" stuff in the discarded paper, but it feels like a total buzzkill when I can barely afford the bread for tonight’s fireworks. Everything is changing too fast, from the blurry images the Hubble Telescope is sending back to those digitally altered photos they say Photoshop 1.0 can do. I tighten the laces on my Doc Martens and stare at the grainy silhouettes of kids in ripped jeans, wondering if the world is as fragile as these new laws trying to reinvent the family.