From the day
Perspective: The Future Historian · Tactile
I run my thumb over the cold, jagged edges of the steel girders in the Erector Set, the nickel-plated metal feeling far more permanent than the news of another theatre rising in Times Square. The rough wool of my knickers chafes against my skin as I crouch near the window, watching the delivery wagon sputter past the curb. It is an over the top display of modern progress, yet I can’t help but wince at the thought of a whole gallon of fuel costing a staggering $0.15 just to keep those machines breathing. The world is tightening its gears, trading the soft click of horse hooves for the sharp, metallic future I hold in my hands.