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Perspective: The Future Historian · Tactile
The stiff, starch-collared shirt chafes my neck as I smooth the glossy finish of these new Rook cards, their cardstock thick and linen-textured beneath my thumbs. Looking back at this moment, one can almost feel the social fabric fraying like the worn velvet of this armchair, especially as the morning gazette reports on that American caught in the wine riots; the Rheims Consul is desperately appealing that pillaging charge against Torrey while the champagne cellars smolder across the sea. A quick snapshot of this era reveals a world obsessed with such rapid, jagged transitions, from the sharp metal gears of the new electric starters to the violent fermentation of class unrest. Even as Irving Berlin’s ragtime beats thrum through the floorboards, the tactile reality remains one of cold brass and heavy wool, oblivious to the coming vintage of global upheaval.