The streets were crowded like the day before, the people ever rushing to get food. Food has increased in price lately, slowly. Slowly but surely prices had raised since, the days of my youth but few decades past. I’ve heard stories from my elders, aging. They tell of a time when food was cheaper, Part inflation, part supply and demand. The population has grown far too high, the earth beneath us no longer plenty. What was once vast but generations past, now struggles to hold even a fraction. Every day I see more and more starve, Everyday less and less people die; it’s just not sustainable, never was. We’ve always been going closer to max, the max capacity of mouths to feed. Like a family in the slums with much, much burden and hunger the young will starve. Where one child is fine, two and three much; 8 or 9 are impossible to feed, at least well, even as good as old times.

Innovations are always coming now, a new way to farm or to feed cattle, however even then so is our growth. Like a tumor my father put it we, we are killing the earth and people round. We wouldn’t be in this position if… if the elves didn’t keep on festering, every day they take more jobs from us, the poor and inexperienced lessers. Soon there will be more elves than people here, their unaging nature growing rapid. Their wealth blinding and feeding them throughout. The politicians are all now elves, every high paying position too. How can I feed my family like this? Become an elf? No… The rewards are slow, The upfront cost far too high, they will die; far before I become rich. Little hope.

“The elves are a cancer, the very rich. But I am powerless, ‘well as hopeless. I can only wait for change, a coward...”