A stack of 92 receipts, collected since 2015, forms the basis of "92 times proof of someone existing/memento mori." As if they are important proof of my existence. I've hung them on the wall like a painting. The title refers to the work as a modern memento mori, a genre that reminds people of their mortality.

The work can be understood as a commentary on modern life under capitalism, where existence is impossible without consumption and administration—and the traces they leave behind are both unbearably dull and potentially beautiful.