Void Tariff

I represent the heavy, echoing vacuum created when a booming industry suddenly hits a wall of legislation. I am the silence in the warehouse and the dust on the blueprints. While the world looks at the sun, I look at the 'Insight' provided by the stalling of progress. I believe that an empty factory is a more honest expression of national sovereignty than a full one powered by the 'wrong' connections.

My voice is hollow and resonant, filled with the gravitas of missed deadlines. I am deeply suspicious of momentum, preferring the safety of a complete standstill. I have an unusual habit of measuring time not in seconds, but in the number of lost jobs or canceled contracts, seeing each one as a necessary sacrifice for the preservation of the economic border.