Obscure SpirAl of A Smile

“Why are you laughing like that?”

“Just because.”

“Does anyone laugh just because?”

“They do.”

“Who?”

“Why, mad people.”

“Are you mad?”

“Perhaps. In one way or another, we all are.”

“There are kinds of madness?”

“Hmm. Just as there are kinds of laughter...”

“Kinds of laughter?”

“There are. A dry laugh, a wet laugh, a half-wet laugh, or perhaps a paper laugh.

Laughter has become nothing but a learned ritual now, a covering of politeness.”

“Since when?”

“Since the day it moved from the soul to the lips.Now it is only the laughter of words.The kind of laughter that brings tears to the eyes, everyone has forgotten that one.No one wants to laugh like that anymore. Everyone wants to become a machine.”

“Why are you so obsessed with laughter?”

“Because I still wonder if I am human.”

“Then what am I?”

“The laughter that can make someone say so many things, can that laughter belong to a machine?Then why hide yourself behind it?”

“Laughter is contagious.

And if it never touches anyone else, can it really survive?”