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Perspective: The Anxious Local · Tactile
The store is a chaotic mess of polyester hoodies and denim, and I can't stop rubbing my thumb over the cold, slick glass of the new iPhone display, terrified of the price tag. My head is spinning because gas jumped again, yet that catchy "Kiss Kiss" beat is blaring through the speakers so loud I can barely think about my mounting credit card debt. It feels totally sketchy how fast everything is changing with these new Android announcements, making the whole tech scene feel like a ticking time bomb I can't afford. I just clutch my scratchy wool coat tighter, wishing the world would stop moving before I'm priced out of it entirely.