The Last Seat


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The Last Seat is a project about
extinction,
survival,
and
the extreme commodification of life.














In a world stripped of memory,

what we leave behind isn’t meaning,

it’s proof of dominance.





What happens when survival becomes the only virtue,

and everything else,

living

or

dead

is turned into resource?











Nothing 
was 
saved.

Everything 
was 
used. 

In

world
driven
 by
consumption, 

even
extinction
becomes
product.







Artifact Introduction


Object
The Last Seat


Origin
2082, post-chicken extinction human civilization


Material
fragments of a future, chicken bones, driftwood, construction debris, discarded metal


Cultural Context
This chair is not meant for rest.
It is constructed from what was consumed, and sat upon by what remains.
A relic of dominance, its cultural role was simple: to assert survival, and erase all else.














The world did not end.
 It emptied.


Meaning didn’t survive. 
Use did.


There are no monuments, 
no preservation, 
no grief.


What remains is structural, 
functional, 
and indifferent.


The landscape is made of silence and scarcity,
only what served was kept.












There was a time when voices meant something.
Now, they are swallowed by silence.


The streets stretch empty,
buildings stand like hollow ribs,
skyscrapers reduced to fossils
of a world that once pretended to care.


They move, 
but they do not arrive.


They walk past each other like shadows,
no greetings, 
no questions,
no reason to look up,
stripped of memories,
ground into dust.


To live is not to speak.
To live is not to dream.
To live is to simply, live.


Extinction was never an end,
just another material
for hands that know only how to take.


And so they wear them,
not as mourning,
but as proof that they are still here.


At least, 
for now.













No one is born with the right to sit.

The chair is not given. 

It is not inherited.

It is not earned through kindness.

It is taken.

To sit is to outlive, 

outconsume, 

outlast.

There is no ceremony. 

No honor. 

Just presence.

To sit is not a prize

it is a portrait of the ultimate consumer.