From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sound
The radio is bleeding Nelly’s "Dilemma" for the hundredth time today, competing with the frantic clacking of Beyblades on the sidewalk and the static of some politician’s voice debating the Torricelli mess. I’m white-knuckling the steering wheel at the pump, watching the price tick up toward a terrifying $1.51 while the guy in front of me fumbles with a bulky new camera phone like it’s a piece of alien tech. I’m already late for the matinee of *Red Dragon*, and if that line for popcorn is too long, I'll lose it; that movie ticket is "my precious" escape from this mounting dread of rising bread costs and political shifted sands. The theater speakers better be loud enough to drown out the noise of this world.