From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Tactile
My hands are shaking as I count out the grease-stained bills for a loaf of bread, which just hit a dollar-twelve while gas prices keep climbing toward the heavens. I can feel the rough, static-heavy wool of my winter coat rubbing against my neck as "Irreplaceable" by Beyoncé blares from the shop radio for the tenth time today, and honestly, the thought of needing a two-dollar gallon of gas to get home makes me want to tell the world *to the left, to the left*. I’m staring at my clunky plastic flip phone, terrified that these new "iPhone" things everyone is gossiping about will make my whole life obsolete overnight lol. Between the rising costs and the tech changing so fast it feels like the ground is shifting under my boots, I’m just trying to keep my head down and my wallet closed.