The Foodbank sits like a war bunker; an abandoned city of tins and boxes trapped in a ceaseless cycle of poverty. In the past, lords would give tiny amounts to the starving poor as acts of “charity”. Power was disguised under the veil of charity. The alms-giving parish of old is replaced by the modern Foodbank, the church of the modern day. The Oxfordshire Rising is relived, and the tins are out of date.