Story of my life

These are some works I have done over the past years. I call it  telling a story about me.

The reasonless

The one with no particular  reason

The bottle of coke

Some time ago, I saw a play "The banished" where they made an interesting point . Is a persons life worth as much as the beverage one is drinking?  Does the place,  the economy we are born in determine how much our life is worth?