From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sight
The neon glow of the corner bodega flickers against the low-slung, skinny jeans of the teenagers loitering outside, their faces washed in the sterile blue light of those new iPhones. I pull my collar up, squinting at the headlines about Italian cathedrals bracing for the big one; if the earth starts shaking here, these glass storefronts won't stand a chance. Everything feels fragile and overpriced, especially when I’m staring at a plain loaf of wheat that now costs a staggering $1.12. It’s a sketchy time to be alive with the world crumbling and the prices climbing, making the whole city feel like a scene just waiting for the final curtain to drop.