Laughter is born from a mass of unbearable pains. It is a way, simultaneously cruel and balsamic, of facing the wound.

The desire to smile, to escape, blurs the fact that they have connected you to oxygen, it hurts and you hear the screams of a man with low potassium. Pain is violence and laughter sometimes exaggerates that violence until it becomes ridiculous. At other times a sense of humor is a form of decorum, generous and distant - no less profound - that contains anger and fear.