Satellite Landscapes

Waste Landscape, Manufacturing Landscape, and Power Landscape

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Much of the strangest architecture associated with humanity is infrastructural. We have vast arrays of rusting cylinders, oil rigs dotting wastelands like lonely insects, and jewel-toned, rhomboid ponds of chemical waste. We have gray and terraced landfills, five-story tall wastewater digester eggs, and striped areas of the desert that look as though they rendered incorrectly until we realize that the lines are made of thousands of solar panels. Massive cooling towers of power plants slope away from dense, unidentifiable networks on the ground and are obscured in their own ominous fog. If there is something unsettling about these structures, it might be that they are deeply, fully human and at the same time unrecognizably technological. These mammoth devices unblinkingly process our waste, accept our trash, distribute our electricity. They are our prostheses. They keep us alive and able, for a minute, to forget the precariousness of our existence here and of our total biological dependence on a series of machines, wires, and tubes, humming loudly in some far off place.

But even as they sustain us—making possible one more day on this planet—they also tell the story of inevitability, spelled out in so many oddly shaped structures. In everyday life, distance matters: landfills are typically located behind hills, the pipes run underground, the coal plant is far away, the wastewater flows to a different city. Trash is transferred and transferred again. These hidden places comprise the specific physical site of what at all other times (save perhaps for the people working in these facilities) remains an abstract sense of finitude. But this physicality is stubborn; the sites can only be moved so far away. These are places where, in other words, the shit finally hits the fan.

Even as testaments to the best in engineering, the structures take on a tragic air. They are already monuments; that is, they are monuments of a time (now) when the world careened toward total environmental irresponsibility, when more and more was borrowed against a disappearing future and we all knew it. Inside the plants, everything has been maximized and streamlined, but the plants themselves form the constellation of something whose logic is closer to that of a tired man who’s lost all his money in a windowless casino and now slumps forward to play some more. This is the tragic air: that they look already like dinosaurs, like relics of a failed time from the perspective of a time when we will know better—or when we are no longer here.

Satellite imagery of factories, mines, waste sites, and electricity plants digitally separated from their background.
Manufacturing Landscape
Satellite imagery of factories, mines, solar power farms, and electricity plants digitally separated from their background.
Power Landscape
Satellite imagery of factories, mines, and storage facilities digitally separated from their background.
Waste Landscape
Jenny Odell is a multidisciplinary artist and the author of How to Do Nothing: Resisting the Attention Economy.

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