From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Tactile
The plastic shell of this Robosapien feels cold and brittle against my palms, a high-tech gamble while those peeps in City Hall bicker over school budgets. I’m clutching a single loaf of bread that just cost me $1.03, and the thin paper bag feels like it’s going to tear under the weight of my own trembling hands. The scratchy wool of my sweater pulls at my neck as the wind howls, making everything feel sketchy and uncertain this Thanksgiving. If the prices keep climbing like this, I don't know how any of us are supposed to keep our heads above water.