From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
I’m slumping in my beanbag chair, the scratchy polyester digging into my neck as I try to download Spotify on this clunky desktop, praying my parents don't need the phone line so I can finally hear "Low" without the radio edits. My fingers are stained with Cheeto dust as I poke at this new Chrome browser, ignoring my little brother's annoying Wall-E animatronic that keeps whirring and clacking its plastic treads across the linoleum floor. I need to go grab my hoodie before we head to see *Cloverfield*, but I’m too busy googling if the App Store or that new Android phone is actually going to be worth the hype. Just gotta send one more DM to the group chat, brb.