From the day
Perspective: The Future Historian · Tactile
The rough wool of my tweed blazer chafes against my neck as I watch the neighborhood men congregate, their heavy leather soles crunching on the frost-dusted cobblestones. They speak in hushed, urgent tones about Lawson’s grip on the insurance proxies, oblivious that these financial maneuvers are merely the crude blueprints for the century of corporate dominance to follow. I turn my attention to the parlor floor, where a young boy runs his fingers over the stiff, hand-painted oilcloth of *The Landlord's Game*. He is a total chump for buying up the luxury squares, failing to see how this simple cardboard pastime is formalizing the very greed that will eventually reshape the global skyline.