WHAT YOU'VE BEEN SOLD
Dinner, quietly reclassified as a logistics problem.
Feeding people used to be the oldest unpaid act of love there is: you cooked, they ate, the care was in the doing. Then the delivery economy unbundled it into apps, reclassified dinner as a logistics problem, and arranged for strangers to cook for your household for money. It is convenient. It is also the quiet outsourcing of one of the few kinds of love that can't be misread, and you've been fed by strangers so long you've half-forgotten feeding was ever love at all.
They monetised the meal and skipped the cook. The dark warm air remembers.
