From the day
Perspective: The Future Historian · Tactile
The stiff, laminated gloss of a first-edition Charizard card digs into my thumb as I lean against the pharmacy counter, feeling the slick polyester of my oversized tracksuit pick up static from the linoleum. I toss a crumpled dollar down for a loaf of white bread, grumbling as the register rings up **$0.79**, leaving me with just enough pocket change to hope for another booster pack. The air is thick with the smell of cheap hair gel and the metallic "bling" of my imitation silver chain clicking against my chest. Ricky Martin blares from the overhead speakers, a brassy herald for a digital age where we trade MP3s like secrets while waiting for the phantom menace of a new millennium to finally arrive.