Much the same for us. The toxic attitudes here in Appalachia are shocking. We've sure tried to give back and make ties, but authentic ones have been exceedingly rare. Something awful in the zeitgeist here now that makes it nigh impossible for folks to get along for the simplest tasks/clubs/gatherings.

Once, I used a bunch of plastic storage bins as a bedframe. Properly elevated bed, plus a lot of storage.

Kentucky Route Zero came to me at a shaky time in my life. Such that it was full of impactful moments. Maybe made more so by myself living in the often grim, beautiful and haunted place that is east Kentucky -and of course late stage capitalism.

Orchids to Dusk is another that inspires awe. Though it is entirely about looking for a nice place to die.

There's a meatpacking plant in the closest little town to us out here in the Appalachian sticks. It stinks to high heavens from miles away. Nobody seems to work there long. They had some push to import laborers from eastern Europe and for a time had flyers posted around town in those languages. Then, after a while they all seemed to be gone.

You do have to admire that sort of commitment though.