Most of the damage we do to the environment is through carbon fuels.

Our awareness of tangible products has increased, yet when it comes to burning fossil fuels, we remain unable—or unwilling—to change our behaviour.

Residue. How do we create an emotionality of residue?

The platform becomes a stage. It holds an installation of waste. All materials are painted the same colour—the colour of residue.

Traces of life. Residue can also be memory.

As we move into a new era, a new epoch, there are elements we take with us, and elements we leave behind.

It was a Sunday. The month was July. The date was the 16th. The year was 1945. The place was Alamogordo, New Mexico.

All our present actions lead to an uncertain future.

Nature is indifferent to where it strikes. From the forests of Attica to the waters of Kerala, anywhere—everywhere—is the centre.

We are not approaching the ruins. We are already inside them.

Cruel in the moment, the transformation is unstoppable. It will take its course.

What we fail to recognise is how close we are to the edge.

What will our ghosts look like in a world we have ruined through our collective belief in permanence?

We have created our own fate. Congratulations. We are now the dominant force shaping the surface of the Earth.

We win. Or perhaps we have lost beyond measure.

When we speak of the future we wish to create, when we construct portraits of our existence on Earth, we must also consider what is left behind.

Does this performance trace the residue of our actions?

We look forward, we seek bigger, better elsewhere. We imagine life on Mars, instead of reckoning with what remains here.

Thank you for your hospitality. We are headed for Mars.