From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Tactile
I grip my scratchy fleece pullover tight as I scan the grocery aisles, trembling at the thought of bioengineered crops creeping into our bread, which just jumped over a dollar a loaf. The sticky, plastic packaging of these new Bratz Dolls catches the harsh fluorescent light, their oversized platform boots and polyester outfits feeling way too expensive for a world that feels this unstable. My fingers twitch against the cold metal of the cart, and I can almost hear that "Butterfly" song thumping from some kid’s headphones, making me want to shout "rawr" just to vent this frantic energy. Between the rising gas prices and these strange new chemicals in our soil, everything feels like it’s moments away from snapping.