My Tamagotchi is Dead
Marta Antoniak x Todoro

Plastic scene depicting a crime committed out of negligence: a little fish or a kitty cat demanding attention, waking up hungry in a dirty digital room. Even if they find a perfect guardian, their death is inevitable, their pixel friend won’t even last a month. The Tamagotchi egg also dies after a while – initially it faces a soft-boiled kind of death – losing its way in some pocket or a drawer, to later come face to face with the ultimate hard-boiled demise: you can no longer wake it up, so the little plastic carcass goes to trash. During the last journey he sets out on, he meets new companions – a shadowless hand, a tiny fruit of unknown origin, a figurine from a strange set, a real kaleidoscope of synthetic shades of materials and dyes. Did you know? Then listen: someone lacks sense, someone is heartless and someone else has no courage, but walking down the path together they are able to overcome all adversities. Come back, it’s not the fairy tale you are thinking of: neither the lion nor the rest of our brave friends will pull through the encounter with the ball of fire. Plastic melts quickly, although it decomposes slowly – only if Tamagotchi, the hand and the fruit withstand the initial flames of hell, do they stand a chance to live eternal life.