Max pulled a couple of leeks from the rich soil, and looked around. The kale was ready for picking, and there were still a couple of lettuces. He added them to the bucket, and went indoors. His home was warm, and extremely small, at least by the standards of a decade ago. Nowadays, it was normal. Tiny, well insulated, every nook and cranny filled with storage space; water came from the recycling unit that was shared by everyone, electricity from the solar panels on the roof. Perfect.
Later, as he was enjoying his meal, he reflected how, back in 2015, society had finally realised that the problem wasn’t a shortage of housing, but a surplus of greedy bastards. They’d ended up making really rich and fertile compost.