From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sight
The neon glow of the electronics shop flickers against the low-rise jeans and oversized hoodies passing by, but all I can see is that scrolling ticker tape announcing the bull market’s slow death. My stomach churns as I hand over exactly **$1.03** for a single loaf of bread, an absurd price that makes the future feel as thin and fragile as a CD-ROM. I need to get home to check the news, so I’ll be **brb**, but I can’t shake the sight of those Bratz doll displays staring vacuously while the economy crumbles beneath our feet. Between the rising cost of basic groceries and the whispers of a looming recession, even the upbeat rhythm of that "Butterfly" song drifting from a passing car feels like a mockery.