I'm presently writing a fairy tale about carpenters and demolishers in a world that pre-dates Reagan, Thatcher, and neoliberalism. At least that's when it begins, in the late 70s.
It's set in a time long, long ago, when there was still a decent infrastructure in the land where the carpenters lived, people could actually fight for their rights and be heard . . . there was a free press . . . there were politicians who believed in social justice . . . teachers weren't declared enemies of the state . . . public servants did a decent job . . . government hadn't been eviscerated by corporate interests . . .
And carpenters built good, solid homes. It was by no means a perfect world, but possibility was still within grasp.
The fairy tale will be posted on Margins of Everyday Life.