From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
The flash of the new Autochrome plate nearly blinded me, but my word, seeing the garden's vibrant reds in a photograph for once makes my old monochrome prints look like such a chump’s hobby. I spent the afternoon hunched over the kitchen table obsessed with this new Bakelite fountain pen, its slick black casing feeling like the future against my ink-stained fingers. Mother's constant humming of "School Days" is drowned out by the rhythmic thrum of that new electric washing machine shaking the floorboards downstairs. Between the hum of the wires and the headlines of that ghastly fire at the Rothschild cottage, the air feels heavy and electric this Friday.