My unemployment isn't a failure—it's an advanced spiritual practice. While you're attending meetings about meetings, I'm achieving enlightenment through strategic incompetence. I'm not trying to be profound. This exhibition isn’t a mirror, it’s a screen. You won’t see your reflection—you’ll see how the system sees you. The discomfort presented here is reality itself. They think I’m wasting my potential. They're wrong—I’m protecting it from them with the meticulous stealth of a professional ninja. My unemployment isn’t a gap in my résumé—it’s the entry tunnel to my escape route from the career industrial complex. Your discomfort is the first step toward freedom; so yes, the fact that you’re uncomfortable counts as a win for me. The system is broken, and the only sane response is to stop trying to fix it and start growing something new in its cracks like a rebellious little flower. Or better yet—do nothing at all and watch what kind of absurd surprises emerge from the silence.
My references are entirely fictional. My skills are intentionally fossilized. My greatest achievement is these empty videos—so empty you could pitch a tent and camp inside them.
Trust me.
