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The Monsters’ role is a mockery, an ironic imitation of the practice of “the colonizer, the officer, the exploiter, the administrator… obsessed with obtaining ‘total access to’ the desert. Given that such totality is not possible, the desert is occupied, militarized, conceptualized, capitalized, transformed, or destroyed.” 13 In this manner, the harvesting parade is not one that collect exhausted or fossilized ruins, but a forced epistemic interruption that declares immediate dysfunction and ending

Necropolis, Nomads, Extractions

In "Against the Regime of 'Emptiness': Deserts are Not Empty," Samia Henni highlights the need for presenting diverse sources in desert research. This thesis project, a speculative multimedia composition, re-mythologizes the global fantasy of energy transition in the Lithium Triangle. By portraying the region as a battleground for insatiable energy demands, it challenges the extractive carbon-capitalist regime. Through speculative architectural drawings and rendered scenes, it constructs a narrative between non-living territorial entities and autonomous technocratic machines, culminating in a bold gesture that declares the end of extractions. The project envisions an alternative future of resource redistribution, territorialization, and shifting dependencies.

Amidst the industrial rigor of a factorial structural grid, Summing high-tech and ethereal of the sublime mesh, In a momentary hush, Constitute a strange creature lite and huge. Its airiness defies the attraction of gravitational field, Its monstrosity vast and resembles conqueror’s thrill. They afloat beyond our headspace still, Fast and slow they come and go, Perfect symmetry that seems unreal, A matrix of machines or Eldorado rebuilt.

Amidst the industrial rigor of a factorial structural grid, Summing high-tech and ethereal of the sublime mesh, In a momentary hush, Constitute a strange creature lite and huge. Its airiness defies the attraction of gravitational field, Its monstrosity vast and resembles conqueror’s thrill. They afloat beyond our headspace still, Fast and slow they come and go, Perfect symmetry that seems unreal, A matrix of machines or Eldorado rebuilt.

Their collection announces a sudden, involuntary halt of all extractive activities implemented at the planetary scale, it disrupts the status quo of a functional normality, and implicitly instigate an imaginary for the redistribution of resources, accessibility and velocity in their actions. The Monster in its totality, represents Death itself, Death is haunting, chasing, coming closer each day. They act in the opposite of reparation and burial (covering); they are given predatory instincts to chase and hunt.

Their collection announces a sudden, involuntary halt of all extractive activities implemented at the planetary scale, it disrupts the status quo of a functional normality, and implicitly instigate an imaginary for the redistribution of resources, accessibility and velocity in their actions. The Monster in its totality, represents Death itself, Death is haunting, chasing, coming closer each day. They act in the opposite of reparation and burial (covering); they are given predatory instincts to chase and hunt.

Lithium Triangle Site Context Plan

Lithium Triangle Site Context Plan

For even giants, crafted to defy, Must yield to burdens, ‘neath the darkened sky. In final throes, we collapse to the ground, With echoes deep, a mournful, metal sound.

For even giants, crafted to defy, Must yield to burdens, ‘neath the darkened sky. In final throes, we collapse to the ground, With echoes deep, a mournful, metal sound.

Thus do we lie, as altars, temple, arsenal, cold, stark, Memorials wrought by unseen hand. Cemented echoes seem so festive in this desert span, Proclaim the death of extraction’s plan. (chorus) So let this be our solemn requiem, A dirge for systems built on blood and sweat. Let nature’s voice, the true Elysium, Proclaim the end of this relentless debt. Farewell to the regime, the hegemonic, systemic and capitalist creed, Observe our forms, inert, no more, No elegy sung, just data inscribed, algorithmic signs. In our stillness, find the trace, Of future paths, a gentler pace.

Thus do we lie, as altars, temple, arsenal, cold, stark, Memorials wrought by unseen hand. Cemented echoes seem so festive in this desert span, Proclaim the death of extraction’s plan. (chorus) So let this be our solemn requiem, A dirge for systems built on blood and sweat. Let nature’s voice, the true Elysium, Proclaim the end of this relentless debt. Farewell to the regime, the hegemonic, systemic and capitalist creed, Observe our forms, inert, no more, No elegy sung, just data inscribed, algorithmic signs. In our stillness, find the trace, Of future paths, a gentler pace.