From the day
Perspective: The Future Historian · Sound
The crackle of KDKA's broadcast hums through the room, a mechanical ghost competing with the rhythmic roar of that heavy new hair dryer my sister insistently aims at her bobbed hair. Outside, the December slush mutes the city’s roar, but the newsboys are shrieking about Mayor Hylan’s latest defense of the police, their voices sharp as the winter wind. I notice a small Band-Aid tucked beneath her beaded silk sleeve, a modern shield against a minor domestic sting. It’s clear she has quite a crush on this new electric age, though I suspect these noisy gadgets are merely the first tremors of a total systemic shift.