
Guilherme Figueiredo
Virtual Parasite: Songs of Escape
Project Info
- đź’™ ARBAG, Lisbon, Portugal
- đź–¤ Guilherme Figueiredo
- đź’ś Henrique Palmeirim
- đź’› Samuel Duarte
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Transcription of the video essay by Henrique Palmeirim for Virtual Parasite: Songs of Escape, Guilherme Figueiredo’s
first solo exhibition.
As soon as the streamer goes for a break and leaves the room, we gain access to the
video game character’s thoughts and inner dialogues referencing the relationship with its
surroundings and its own body:
-Just missing… purpose.
-What am i doing this for?
-HMMI
-I mean, I’m constantly working and working and have barely time to just… uh-exist -hmm- It’s just
like I’m -uh-
(I really need a wee)
-Just like I’m in constant autopilot. Every time I come back to myself and realize the life that I’m
missing — it just doesn’t last long. I-I end up getting back to the same patterns and behaviours.
It’s as if I-I was a-a shell, possessed by a short sighted -like- dopamine hit. Like I’m the host to a
parasite, that is my role, destined to indefinitely forget about my choices and needs.
-I don’t even feel like myself.
-I see my body, but it’s just a nimble representation of what I am or… want to become.
-A simple representation.
-Like the ones in a simulation or a game. Simple, digestible, easy to control.
-An escape to a world isolated from a difficult reality.
-That’s what I am. I am li-like an image of myself.
-I imagine that in these moments of alienation, I’m just being controlled by someone else. It could
be through -like- psychic magic powers or… a maggot lodged in my skull eating away at my
brain.
-heh
-Nah, nah, no, no -HH- no, no!
-A chip in my brain and they’d move me like those remote control cars. heheh
-HMM- that would be somethin’
-Or it could be a piece of writing and I’m being read by a stranger or-or, just a thought in their
mind.
-Um- in any case, would they understand what they’d be doing? As in, they’d be controlling my
every move. And I do need to have a choice. But given choice, would I be able to find purpose
without them? Also, would they exist while they were not existing through me? I mean, may-maybe
for them to live this life, it would have to be through me. Without me, this life wouldn’t be
this one. I guess. PFFT
-Ugh. Tsk
-I dunno, on the one hand, I could try to release myself from the control of this parasite.
Streamer - You’ve been here the whole time?
-On the other, I couldn’t try to exist with it. Like a symbiosis or something like that-oh-oh-oh I know!
I-I could just-
Streamer - That’s crazy…
Henrique Palmeirim