From the day
Perspective: The Future Historian · Tactile
I run my thumb over the coarse, pebbled plastic of my black Lazer Tag sensor, feeling those textured ridges that promise a neon future even as the morning paper dampens on the porch. The broadsheet reads that REAGAN SAYS SOVIET BARRED ACCORD ON ARMS REDUCTION, BUT OFFERS TO RENEW TALKS: MOSCOW IS CRITICAL, a headline that feels as heavy and stiff as the shoulder pads in my denim jacket. It’s hard to stay chill when the world’s leaders are gridlocked over missiles, yet I find a strange comfort in the cheap, synthetic friction of my Velcro sneakers. These flimsy materials are the artifacts of a civilization oscillating between total annihilation and the shimmering high-tech play of an autumn afternoon.