Sit down at a table for one, with a bottle of the meal-replacement drink Soylent, in a recreation of a Dutch restaurant for solo diners. Marvel at the models of planned floating cities, or a 13-year-old’s vision of a rebuilt Aleppo. Pick up a book from a library curated for the end of civilization, and read.

Alongside these there are works of art, like Ms. July and Mr. Idrissa’s. “I’m the President, Baby” is a lens into issues of migration, app-based communication, the gig economy, surveillance, social media and privacy — all that from four sets of elegant curtains, opening and closing on a museum wall.

Ms. July first met Mr. Idrissa when he was her Uber driver in Los Angeles in 2015. She was on the way to interview the pop star Rihanna, for a profile in T: The New York Times Style Magazine. They got to talking, eventually, about his trouble sleeping.

Image Ms. July and Mr. Idrissa in front of “I’m the President, Baby.” Credit... Mike Mills/Victoria and Albert Museum

Mr. Idrissa said his insomnia started in about 2006. He came to the United States on a student visa, which expired. “I was supposed to be deported, and they sent me a letter,” Mr. Idrissa said in a recent interview. He said that one day the immigration authorities “came to my door at 4 or 5 in the morning and the lady there wouldn’t let them in. So there were three or four years of just hiding, and I sleep only a couple hours a night.” Now, Mr. Idrissa is a citizen of the United States, but the insomnia hasn’t left. He says he often spends hours awake on his bed, scrolling through apps.