There’s a looney toons episode t remember watching in the 80’s about a guy who makes a pair of boots and sells them for the material to make two, selling those to get more material, and keeps growing. Eventually he’s got a factory, a bunch of workers but he can never rest, never enjoy the fruits of his labor because capitalism demands perpetual growth. He dies wealthy but his soul died years before. I’m pretty sure my memory of this is somewhat twisted being that it was 40+ years ago, but that little guy repeatedly asking “now I get to relax?” And being told by the narrator “no” has always seemed so sad to me. Capitalism was painted as soul crushing even during the Cold War, and yet we still blindly go that route.