From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Tactile
My palms won't stop sweating against the stiff, holographic sheen of these Pokémon cards as I double-check the lock on my door, wondering if the Y2K bug is already chewing through the power lines. I just spent a staggering $1.15 a gallon to fill the tank, and looking at the receipts felt as heavy as the baggy, indigo denim of my oversized jeans dragging across the floor. Everything feels fragile today, like the thin plastic of a Woody doll that might shatter if the world actually resets at midnight. Honestly, it’s not all phat anymore; the tension is rising faster than those new skyscrapers, leaving me shivering in my fleece quarter-zip.