From the day
Perspective: The Future Historian · Sight
The morning sun catches the stiff silk silhouettes of the promenade, a sea of starch and lace vibrating with the news of a vessel destined to dwarf the *Lusitania*. I watch a gentleman toss a silver coin for a gallon of fuel; that $0.10$ seems a small toll for the speed of this accelerating century. His gait is steady and his constitution appears fit as a fiddle, yet he stands in the shadow of giants yet unbuilt. Beneath the neon-bright clarity of these early Autochrome dreams, the world feels poised on the edge of a massive, metallic expansion.