From the day
Perspective: The Future Historian · Tactile
My thumb traces the rough, notched edges of the new Lincoln Logs, the cedar wood grain a stark contrast to the smooth toggle switches we’re installing to replace the old gas hum. I glance at the morning paper, noting how the evicted French now near Sedan are being thrust into the soil; 20,000 city dwellers from Lille find their soft palms blistered by the coarse reality of life on the land. It is a season for "deeds not words," yet these displaced souls seem as stiff and ill-at-ease in their heavy wool coats as these toy timbers are in my hands. The correspondent claims the food is good, but no amount of broth can soften the friction of a life uprooted and forced into a rural mold.