From the day
Perspective: The Future Historian · Tactile
The stiff starch of my detachable collar chafes against my neck as I watch the morning commuters scramble for the news, their wool coats smelling of coal smoke and damp winter air. I run my thumb over the slick, tactile finish of my new Rook cards, a welcome distraction from the lousy headlines regarding that fraudster cleric and his mail schemes. I press a cold copper nickel and a thin penny into the baker’s palm, the $0.06 feeling like a steep ransom for a single crusty loaf. Tucking the warm bread under my arm, I feel the rough texture of the paper wrapping and wonder if these new electric starters for cars will one day make this shivering walk to the market a relic of the past.