From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sound
The Weeknd’s "Blinding Lights" is blaring from my neighbor’s window again, a sharp contrast to the eerie silence of the empty street and the scratchy rub of my tie-dye sweats. I’m staring at my screen, watching the market crumble as the radio confirms SoftBank won’t buy that $3 billion in WeWork stock, making the whole economy feel absolutely skibidi and broken. If bread climbs past $1.55, I’m going to lose it, especially with my boss shouting "you’re on mute" over the digital hum of another Zoom call. Everything feels sus and fragile while I adjust my homemade mask, praying the siren in the distance isn't coming for anyone on my block.