In Pay Per View, a briefcase lid becomes a stage for a strange little economy of attention. Shredded credit cards spill across the sky like confetti or static, hovering above a rugged horizon of salvaged slate. Beneath it all, textbook pages whisper the official stories we're taught, while a rusted tin lid hangs like a bruised sun, a coin, or a watchful eye. Made entirely from reclaimed materials, this piece plays with the idea that a good view has a cost, and asks what we pay for, what we're sold, and what it costs to keep looking.