At eight thirty in the evening, an ordinary citizen, whom we'll temporarily call Mr. Citizen, pushed open the door with a weary body and returned home.
The cramped room made it increasingly difficult for him to muster the courage to change his current situation with his own capability, as he did in his younger years; he was becoming numb.
"Back?", asked Citizen's wife, busy in the kitchen, with a slightly nauseating smell that left Mr. Citizen with little energy to respond. He only managed a "Hm" in reply before sitting on the worn-out sofa.
A small section of the sofa had collapsed, with a broken spring that soon affected the others. Eventually, it became an unpopular spot, only occupied by Mr. Citizen's wife or their not yet heavy children.
After City Hall reissued food vouchers this time, people noticed some problems. It was hard to exchange them for solid food at relief centers. Those hard, stone-like foods they complained about earlier had all been replaced by liquid foods.
