From the day
Perspective: The Future Historian · Tactile
The July humidity clings to my heavy wool waistcoat, a stifling weight compared to the stiff, waxy texture of the eight-pack of Crayola Crayons I’ve just tucked into my pocket. My fingers trace the embossed paper wrappers of each stick, marveling at how these pigment cylinders will eventually outlast the scandalous whispers surrounding the Senator’s widow and her sudden marriage. Only a total chump would fail to see how such primitive paraffin tools are already sketching the blueprints for the century's industrial dominance. As the scent of hot asphalt mingles with the sharp, earthy aroma of the yellow-and-green box, I can almost feel the future hardening into form.