From the day
Perspective: The Future Historian · Tactile
The rough grain of the wooden Jenga blocks scratches against my palms as I focus on the precarious tower, a stark contrast to the slick, synthetic nylon of my neon windbreaker. Outside, the autumn wind rattles the station's signage where the numbers $1.12$ flicker like a bad omen, a grim price for my father to grumble about while we wait for the world to stabilize. It’s a bit grody how the political feud on the evening news sours the mood, making the air feel as tense as a stretched rubber band. I pull my collar up, the friction of the cheap polyester a constant reminder of this decade’s obsession with the artificial and the loud.