Gabrielle Gassin

Once you’ve grown up, nothing is funny anymore. Every day existence has not the sweet mist of humour, as was the case in high school days. Smiles are less prominent than stern faces, especially those facing computer screens, rapid fingers typing, eyes darting forward and back. The responsibilities of an Important Life are too essential to pass by – there is little time, once taken care of, for Fun. The bright, white halo of Curiosity has been replaced with the reflection of artificial light, where Answers are obligatory, Authorisation of Things is necessary and Duties are ceaseless. As an adult, laughter is seldom, fits of it unseen, unheard. Nothing is funny, anymore.