[Based on a year performance - cage piece - by Sam Hsieh 1978]

In order to survive 2020 I had to lock myself in my room, I had to have plenty of money so I can make the landlord happy and pay for the food which was being delivered to my door by hardworking delivery people who were getting the food from the hardworking personnel of the fast food industries, but fast food is not the healthiest thing to eat, and I didn’t have enough money to do this anyway, so I had to start working in the food delivery and fast food industry myself to survive.

My landlord however decided to adopt himself to the rules I created:
Locking myself in room 3.5 by 4 by 2.8
Normal brick walls
White color
A hose
A lamp
A blanket
A queen-sized bed
No writing, reading, listening, talking
Food is delivered
The waste is collected

He survived like a pig, like a leach, like an imbecile in his shit, and suffered painfully from his endless laziness. I also survived by washing my hands and wearing a mask cut from my old underwear. Now you tell me jokes are on who?