From the day
Perspective: The Future Historian · Tactile
The rough plaid of my skirt scratches against my knees as I wait for the dial-up hiss to subside, desperate to see if anyone bid on my auction on that new eBay site. My fingers trace the slick, cold plastic of a Pog slammer while the radio croons Seal’s latest hit, a velvet contrast to the stiff satin slip dress I chose for tonight’s screening of *Mortal Kombat*. It is a buzzkill that the shops aren't yet carrying the new DVD format, leaving me trapped in a world of grainy VHS tapes and bulky hardware. Tomorrow, the world shifts when Windows 95 launches, and with Java bubbling in the background, this tactile era of knee-high socks and tiny backpacks feels like it’s teetering on the edge of a digital precipice.