Much has been said about the Spanish crisis of 2008, the reality is that it is the first great crisis of our generation, the one we lived through at the age of 8 bombarded with news about politicians. Who was ZP, why people hated him and why he had such funny eyebrows, who is M. Rajoy, soaked in the despair and enagenation of our adult surroundings, absorbing all the frustration of our parents, anaesthetised by our parents, anaesthetised by our parents’ frustration, anaesthetised by our parents’ anaesthetisation. frustration of our parents, anaesthetised by Mr Wonderful and his mediocre optimism, the 100 million sales of the Sims and Carlos Baute’s hits, awakened instantly by a bell that we seem to have forgotten already with the gleam of El Coleta’s mansion and with hope thanks to our lender friends, who have done us so much good.

Now, in a room in which a bed of more than 1.80 m doesn’t fit, the wardrobe is a camping one, the window overlooks a patio of lights in which from the covid you can no longer hear the old man in the first room, but it still smells like a mixture of joint and fritanga and the door can’t be opened at all because of the mini-desk. I must be more grateful than ever for the 4 different places where I work and at the same time get a university degree that allow me to afford such a big place in the neighbourhood where I live. such a large space in the neighbourhood where most needles are shared in all of Valencia.

2008.exe is the result of a video installation created from the mixture between the physical and the virtual, influenced by the culture of the meme and streaming, it tries to show the habitat of a Spanish student but this time full of advertisements, stimuli and events that influence his daily life but with which he has to coexist. It’s not even a complaint, it’s more like a laugh with his eyes set on the horizon of the window of the pirate windows, tired of having to prove anything and of having to be able to cope with everything.