Monday, 3rd of April It was a quiet day by the hawthorn tree, and Julia was contemplating the day's yield of crops. She lived in a small forested section, which had a small cottage near the back of the property. Today was hartime (a time for harvest), and she had some apple trees to harvest. As she approached the trees, she was delighted to see that the apples looked juicy and red: perfect for harvest. Many people called Julia ‘a simple person’, but she did not see it that way. She was a plentfruitfulist, you see, which meant that she believed that she could live a fulfilling life without an abundance of material possessions. She wasn’t a fan of capitalists, and she believed that they had been brainwashed by corporate greed.

One day she was sitting on her veranda, enjoying an act of slowthink (which is when one lives slowly and does not rush through life). She watched as some peculiar men walked up her driveway, holding some papers in their hands. As they approached her, she started to worry, as she had heard the stories of the capitalists buying up land in her region to build new subdivisions.

“Hello ma’am,” one of the men said. He looked about 45 years old and was dressed very smartly.
“How can I help you?” asked Julia.
“My name is Mark,” he said. “I work at Gorman, Smith & Company. We are property developers and are very interested in purchasing your plot of land. We will be happy to purchase it for a great price of $550,000.”
“I’m sorry, but I will not sell this land,” replied Julia. She felt disgusted that these filthy capitalists thought that they could tempt her with money. What would she even do with that?
“I suggest you consider it,” Mark said. “Or the council will simply evict you.”

Wednesday, 5th of April

It was two days since the real estate men came, and Julia was thinking about the future of her humble little garden. She was 26 years old, and lived alone, with no desire to be in any kind of romantic relationship. She was far too interested in her fruits and trees to want anything of the sort. As far as she was concerned, all one needed was plentfruitfulism. She started to think about the threat of the council evicting her, using the horrible technique of ‘eminent domain’. They could tear her land away, her livelihood. All of her flowers, her fruits and her humble little cottage could be stripped away, and demolished to make way for a $1,000,000 house for a family of people who have no connection to the local land or area. As Julia sat on the veranda, she looked at her hawthorn tree. It looked so beautiful and even brought a tear to her eye to think that soon, it could be cut down to house suburban families who want to live in the countryside and don’t put any thought into the people who lived there before. People who were evicted just to be replaced with the wealthy.

Saturday, 8th of April

It was a cold start to the day, but Julia ventured next door, to meet up with her friend, Samantha. They often had breakfast together, and both shared the plentfruitfulist ideology. Samantha explained that she had already gotten an eviction notice, and there were plans to build a few expensive ‘lifestyle’ plots on her property.

After hearing this, Julia went home to check the mail, and surely enough there was a letter in the mail from the council. This is what the letter stated:

ON MONDAY, 10TH OF APRIL, YOUR PROPERTY WILL BE CEASED UTILIZING EMINENT DOMAIN.

Julia was devastated, distraught and unhopeful, for her livelihood was destroyed, her life was ruined and her plants would be destroyed at the hands of some industrial machine, which would embody capitalism. Her home, her garden and her forest would be ripped away by the greedy capitalists, with their cash-grab ventures, and supposed ‘lifestyle units’, which destroyed the lifestyles of many people who simply wanted to live out their lives.

Julia would have to move far away, due to the exorbitant prices, and may even have to live in the city. She could not protest this crime of an eviction, even though she wanted to. She could not comprehend why it was necessary to even evict her when building subdivisions was not necessary, and could have been easily built somewhere else. But of course, the council would much prefer that there were richer folk living on the land since they would pay higher prices for material goods, and give back more money to the money-hungry capitalists who embodied the council.

Friday, 14th of April

On Friday, Julia was evicted from her land and her livelihood. She had to pack up and leave immediately, without even making plans to buy a new property. She was given a measly $460,000, which she used to purchase a small property on the other side of the Canterbury Plains. It had a small cottage, which was not too dissimilar from her old home, but it did not feel like a home. It was a cold excuse for a property, which overlooked a horrid motorway: the symbol of capitalism.

Miraculously, she managed to get some of her most important plants transported to the new house, including her hawthorn tree, but it was not the same. Her life had been ruined, her land had been stolen, and there was nothing to live for, or to hope for. Capitalistic society had failed her, as it failed many. One may argue that she had a new garden, and still had some of her old plants, but that would be missing the point. No one should ever be taken from their land, especially if they paid for it. That should be an unspoken rule of society, yet it is not.

The end.