From the day
Perspective: The Future Historian · Sight
The neon glow of the theater marquee flickers against the sharp, wool silhouettes of soldiers hauling "enemy aliens" into the shadows of River Street, a grim preview of the century’s coming obsession with borders. I watch a young woman in a heavy tweed suit adjust her suffrage pin, her eyes fixed on the fray with a gaze that demands deeds not words while the frantic brass of *Over There* blares from a nearby phonograph. This frantic rhythm of mobilization defines the horizon, where the newly patented zippers on military gear glisten like teeth under the cold New Jersey stars.