From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Tactile
The cold biting air clings to my knit polyester scarf as I stare at the glowing pump, my heart sinking to see gas still sitting at $3.27 while the news inside blares about more layoffs. My hands ache from gripping the hard, molded plastic of a Wall-E toy for my nephew, its metallic paint feeling cheap and fragile against my numb fingers as I worry if my paycheck will even clear this week. Everything feels sketchy lately, and even the "Single Ladies" beat thumping from a passing car can’t distract me from the weight of these rising prices. I just want to disappear into the local music scene and forget that the world feels like it's grinding to a halt.