When Life Imitates Art

I’m reading Sunrise on the Reaping, and in theory book, a train porter just brought in a tray of sandwiches, each one “loaded with a day’s wages of meat—fresh ham or roast beef or chicken cut thin and piled high.” The point of this passage is to show the constant calculus of poverty and the food insecurity it creates, part of the fabric of control that inequality weaves around the second-class citizens of the districts. 

But as I read the line, it hit me that this isn’t too far-fetched just now. 

Happy Labor Day.

May the odds be ever in your favor.