Absolutely. For me it was an object loaded with ideas of the time, all of those you mentioned and more. It required no intervention, just the stage, to say the things it called out to me from the grass lot next to the methadone-distribution centre where I found it. There this already-artefact lay; fading in the sun until its skin reached a green just eerie enough to evoke images of aliens. But it is not yet an estranged thing, more a vision of movements on their way out of the spotlight. I see it as a telling future fossil, which, almost literally, embodies such trivial values of our global culture like the overemphasis on sex, the omnipresence of sexist systems, and the mass-circulation of unachievable beauty-ideals. This lighter is the objectification and mass-consumption of both human and non-human materials; from tinder profiles to single-use packaging.
Also, imagining the steps that were taken to bring this object into existence is truly strange. The gasoline, that was once sea-life, extracted from the earth. Plastic beads were exploded. Magic fire sticks were inserted. Designers and manufacturers made various decisions ensuring the whole process was worth the investment. A massive amount was produced and then transported, with a huge amount of other junk, until it arrived at the kiosk in Hamburg, where it then landed in the hand of the addict, him/herself estranged from the system, who discarded it amusingly by throwing it into the road, where it is run over by a car, shattering it, flinging it into the grass, where it camouflages, until one day, a material savant, of some sort, hears its story and intervenes; just one actor in this object’s on-going transformation.