EPHEMERAL PARADISES

Post-apocaliptic landscape where the mineral extractivism is supported by those values that for us, humans, are ephemeral paradises, like gold, trophies, simbolic money in contemporary art work.
This is an alquemic laboratory in an imaginary future, where we could transmute the blood into gold, is this what wild capitalism is wanting our blood for?
Gold labyrinths don't go to anywhere, trophies melt themselves, and everything vanish in this world where all we want is to protect our mountains. If our water is worth more than gold. Where's the exit to this devoring creation?