Your life in a solarpunk commune. It’s July and a sunny day and you’re happy. Today you got allocated a four tomatoes as an extra ration. You were looking forward to this moment since you traded 50 g of hard parmesan cheese from a traveling salesman three months ago. Now you finally have the ingredients cook an italian dish for a romantic dinner with one of your polyamorous lovers. You wait for your shared bed to free up once your bunkmate’s sleep shift ends. You have enough time to drink your ration of recycled and filtered pisswater. Ah, the taste of degrowth and making the world a better place. Today you feel luxurious and spend some of the water to wash your face and genitals. The soap made from corpse fat stings in your blisters and scabs. The cough that has been bothering your for a while has gotten worse. You cry yourself to sleep in a bed still moist from someone else’s sweat.
Your life in a solarpunk commune. It’s July and a sunny day and you’re happy. Today you got allocated a four tomatoes as an extra ration. You were looking forward to this moment since you traded 50 g of hard parmesan cheese from a traveling salesman three months ago. Now you finally have the ingredients cook an italian dish for a romantic dinner with one of your polyamorous lovers. You wait for your shared bed to free up once your bunkmate’s sleep shift ends. You have enough time to drink your ration of recycled and filtered pisswater. Ah, the taste of degrowth and making the world a better place. Today you feel luxurious and spend some of the water to wash your face and genitals. The soap made from corpse fat stings in your blisters and scabs. The cough that has been bothering your for a while has gotten worse. You cry yourself to sleep in a bed still moist from someone else’s sweat.