From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Tactile
The store's heating is on the fritz, making my polyester blend sweater feel itchy and thin against the draft as I eye the price tag on the bread. Everything feels sketchy lately with the cash flow drying up, and a gallon of gas is eating a hole right through my denim pockets. I nervously smooth the cold, molded plastic of the Wall-E Animatronic I bought for the kids, wondering if I should have saved the money instead. The toy's treads feel heavy and expensive in my hands, a robotic whirring that sounds like half a week's groceries vanishing into the winter air.