From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Tactile
I’m sweating through this scratchy polyester-blend polo as I stare at the grocery receipt, fuming that bread just hit over a dollar a loaf while gas is nearly three dollars. Every newbie at the mall is clutching one of those glass-and-aluminum iPhones like it’s a holy relic, but I’m just waiting for the fallout from those Kindle and Android announcements to drain whatever’s left of my paycheck. The humidity makes my cargo shorts feel heavy and damp, a physical weight that matches the dread of these disappearing weekend vacations we can barely afford. I just want to sink into a theater seat for *Superbad* and forget that the world is getting too expensive to touch.