From the day
Perspective: The Future Historian · Sound
The rhythmic hammering of the dockworkers echoes like a metronome for this new century, drowned out only by the abrasive screech of steel rails being loaded for the Western trade. I walk past a newsstand where the ink still smells of global monopolies, humming a strained baritone of "In My Merry Oldsmobile" to mask the cacophony of progress. In the window of the general store, a group of children argues over the board of *Land's Lord*, their tiny hands mimicking the very land-grabbing tactics of the titans. It is a bully day for expansion, almost as if the sheer energy of our accelerating world could be summarized by some elegant, singular equation like E=mc2.