how does a young adult deal with having to choose between a career that earns a lot of money but depends on exploitation and a career working as one of the exploited? What must it feel like to birth children in a world that doesn’t really cherish them? Or to be housed at the end of our days, poor and sick, in warehouses designed just for this purpose? What’s really hard to imagine is how anybody wouldn’t pick up, faced with realities like these.
