Cinema of Wayward Souls
The New Yorker · 12 Oct 2026

Cinema of Wayward Souls

It was late October, cool and overcast. Rows of green tents covered in banners—“Firings are murder!” “Let my dad get back to work!”—lined the main road of an enormous, half-deserted manufacturing plant. Men wearing jackets that read “SP Heavy Industries”—the name of a fictional factory in the midst


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