From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Tactile
The plastic treads of the Wall-E animatronic feel gritty and cold against my palm, a stark contrast to the thick, synthetic fleece of my hoodie as I haunt the aisles. I can’t stop doom-scrolling on my new Android phone, watching the market crumble while my peeps post about layoffs and lost futures. I nearly choked seeing **$1.37** on the tag for a basic loaf of bread, an absurd price to pay when every penny feels like it's slipping through my fingers. Between the expensive gas and the rising cost of groceries, even a trip to the cinema for the new Bond flick feels like a dangerous indulgence.