Society wants to put you in a box and charge you rent. Then it wants you to get a job, which you don’t really want, so you can pay the rent for the box that you’re never actually living in because you’re always off working.

But everyone needs a box, or so we’re told, to ward off chaos. Without boxes it’d be every man and woman for themselves; a cruel and brutish world exposed to the elements, where there are beasts that roam in the night. Civilization would collapse, famine would ensue, disease would spread. The streets would smell of death and feces.

All the bodies would be strewn about, putrefying. With none of them put in boxes.