@Daojoan Making charcoal used to be a career. A person would gather a bunch of wood, set fire to it, eat lunch, have a cigarette, smother the fire, then fuck off for the rest of the day. The next day was shoveling, breaking, sorting by size. The next days, they sold it and made enough to secure food and shelter. Today, we ask, "where is the glory in that?" We call it drudgery. Your article describes the shitty "modern" drudgery and the lack of tangible outcomes: not even a burnt chunk of wood.