From the day
Perspective: The Future Historian · Tactile
The oppressive August heat clings to my wool frock like a damp shroud, making the news of Eva Booth’s collapse feel dreadfully inevitable. I smooth the crinkled sheet of cellophane wrapping my new Rook cards, marveling at how this transparent film—much like the relentless precision of the Ford Model T assembly line—heralds an era of impenetrable efficiency. Blimey, to think a man can now measure invisible rays with a Geiger counter while we still wilt like unwatered lilies in this humidity. I press the cool, lacquered surface of the cards against my cheek, seeking any reprieve from the sweltering Tuesday sun.