From the day
Perspective: The Future Historian · Sight
The sun catches the harsh neon sheen of spandex as commuters stream out of Norwalk, their oversized sweatshirts casting long, athletic shadows against the concrete. I watch a teenager spin on a piece of cardboard while humming the theme to *Breakin'*, his leg warmers bunched at his ankles like soft armor. The headline about the company move makes my eyes roll; the idea of people fleeing for the suburbs is just so dull, like, gag me with a spoon. My gaze shifts to the glow of a nearby shop window, where the blocky silhouettes of Transformers look more modern than the office buildings crumbling behind them.