A life of poverty

Kaleidoscopic attacks Modern poverty is especially dangerous because it simultaneously loses: - volume - quality - reliability of goods. Meanwhile, prices rise. So, "Okay, I've become poorer" is a perfectly normal situation; almost everyone once lived poorly and knows how to live in such conditions. But now you can't just see the price tag and understand what's happened and adjust. It's like getting ten significant cuts all over your body instead of one severed finger. Much more dangerous and uncomfortable. Overall, from a situation where poverty meant low quality, we've created a very strange and cognitively complex situation in which it's very difficult to find your own course of action. For example, a cheap interior renovation isn't about simple materials and rough workmanship, but rather a very complex affair that will fall apart at dozens of joints. I don't want to be old money, I want to be old poor. I want to have a bunch of simple, rough, large things. Indestructible, repairable with a hammer and a swear word. Basically, all modern wealth: shrimp, flax, solid wood. That kind of thing. These are the trappings of ancient poverty, while, say, sugar and cotton were expensive and status symbols. Essentially, the main thing the ancient poor lacked compared to the ancient rich was free time and freedom of action. In terms of materials, they often surpassed them, since rotting clay until it consists of incapacitated amoebas is an architectural feature of the anthill that never changes.