From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sight
The neon signs for *Mission: Impossible III* flicker over the sidewalk, casting sharp shadows on the throngs of people still buzzing about how Immigrants Take to U.S. Streets in Show of Strength. I grip my steering wheel, sweating over the $2.27 gas price posted at the station while Daniel Powter's "Bad Day" whines incessantly through my speakers for the tenth time this morning. Every headline feels like a curated layer of truthiness as I scan the crowd’s low-rise jeans and oversized silhouettes, wondering if I'll ever save enough to finally snag one of those new Wiis. I just need one quiet afternoon away from the noise of the news and the rising cost of a loaf of bread.