Joe:
This place is losing its mind, Nelly. Homes aren’t homes anymore—they’re chips on a casino table. People work all week just to stand still, and still the floor drops out from under them.
Nelly:
I feel it too. Everyone’s tired, but nobody’s resting.
Joe:
A third of the people worry about food now. Food. In a country that grows wheat to the horizon. Parents choosing between rent and groceries like it’s normal. Like it’s not a quiet emergency.
Nelly:
That kind of pressure makes people shrink inside themselves.
Joe:
Yeah. The economy talks numbers, but the numbers don’t talk back about dignity. Houses cracked into debt traps. Neighbours lining up at food banks pretending it’s temporary, pretending it’s not structural madness.
Nelly:
And you’re angry because you know it doesn’t have to be this way.
Joe:
I’m angry because it feels engineered. Like the system forgot what it’s for. Shelter. Bread. A future you can plan more than three months ahead.
Nelly:
Still—you see people helping each other. That hasn’t died.
Joe:
No. That’s the miracle. The system’s broken, but the people aren’t. Not yet. And that’s why it hurts so much to watch.
Joe:
We used to be G7—one of the richest countries on Earth. That meant something once. It meant security. It meant you could work, save a little, breathe.
Nelly:
And now?
Joe:
Now it’s like the title stayed, but the substance leaked out. Paper wealth. Inflated numbers. Real people falling through the cracks while economists argue semantics on TV.
Nelly:
I don’t understand how hunger even enters the conversation here.
Joe:
That’s the madness. Look around—endless wheat fields, Nelly. You can fly for hours over gold oceans of grain. We feed the world. And somehow we’re starving at home.
Nelly:
That’s not a supply problem.
Joe:
No. It’s a distribution problem. A priorities problem. We turned food into a commodity first and a human right second. Maybe third. Maybe not at all.
Nelly:
It feels like betrayal when abundance exists.
Joe:
Exactly. You can accept hardship in a poor land. But this? This is a rich country pretending scarcity is natural. Like hunger just… happens. It doesn’t. It’s designed.
Nelly:
And people still blame themselves.
Joe:
That’s the cruelest part. A nation rich in land, poor in mercy. Wheat rotting in silos while families ration dinner like they’re at war. If that’s progress, it’s hollow.
Nelly:
So what do you do with that truth?
Joe:
You say it out loud. You refuse to normalize it. Because once a rich country accepts hunger as normal, it’s already fallen—no matter what the rankings say.
