there's something so sad pathetic and poignant about the CHAZ people, they're so alienated from life living in a city that they're trying and failing to do something to help return them to some kind of meaningful Kaczynskian existence by spreading compost over the grass and planting crops in fucking JUNE to give some performative semblance of a connection to the soil. these people are dying inside to become feudal field toiling peasants once again but they don't know how because industry has removed them from their purpose