It’s July 1904 and a bright day: so I sit under a tree. I find myself wondering about the future. They say that two brothers in America have invented a successful flying machine. Whilst in Germany a chap called Karl Benz is building something they call an automobile.
Yet around me I see the gorgeous flowing dresses, the fluttering parasols, and the majesty of the horse. Whilst I listen to the quiet murmur of bicycles. But I find myself fearful for the future. For already iron rails carry steam trains and trams into towns and villages.
Footnote: Genre – Thought Stream