ABSTRACT
Why is it that the lives of different people, and their experience of work, are marked by such dramatic contrast? And why is it that we take such contrasting experiences for granted as if they were natural and acceptable? In this essay, we look at the lives of two citizens, both of whom make a living as workers, but whose access to the good things of life is as different as night is from day. My reflection contemplates this chasm, arguing that such inequality should fill us with shock, consternation, and dread. That it does not do so signals a reluctance to engage with the world as it is, in order to imagine a world as it could and should be.
