Trafika Europe 11 - Swiss Delights

UNCERTAIN MANIFESTO 3 (EXCERPTS) BY FRÉDÉRIC PAJAK TRANSLATED BY TESS LEWIS

FURTIVE REPORT

When I was a child, I didn’t like to laugh. That is: I didn’t like to join in collective laughter. The laughter of a dinner party or a crowd bothered me. Besides, for me, everything about crowds, everything that led to crowds was unpleasant. I would tighten my lips then make an effort to stretch them: I smiled. Edgar Allan Poe in his poem The Haunted Palace:

A hideous throng rush out forever And laugh—but smile no more.

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