Everyone is paying an electricity bill they were never supposed to carry. Every single month, money walks out of your pocket and into the hands of a utility company that didn’t build the grid for you, didn’t design the rates for you, and certainly doesn’t lose sleep over you. But there was a man — sleeping under a highway overpass in the summer heat of 2019, with nothing to his name except a busted shopping cart, a library card, and three secondhand solar panels that people walking past on the street openly laughed at — who found a way out of that trap. Not with money. Not with connections. Not with some program that put him on a two-year waiting list. He did it with seventy-three dollars in salvaged parts, two weeks of library internet, and a refusal to believe the joke was on him. It wasn’t. It never was.

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