And before you shrug and go “great, jobs are bullshit”:

Jobs, for all their cruelty, provide:

•structure (“I know where to be at 9”),

•community (office friendships, shared memes, gossip),

•identity (“I’m a nurse / teacher / carpenter,” for the lucky ones),

•a script (“I know what next year roughly looks like”).

Take that away and you don’t get instant utopia. You get a psychic freefall.

Imagine millions of people waking up one day structurally unnecessary to the economy, with no replacement narrative in place. Not “You’re free now,” but “The system doesn’t know what to do with you, please manage your own despair.”

That’s not liberation. That’s cruelty on a scale our nervous systems are not built for.

Think about Appalachia when the textile mills closed. Everywhere.