To The Laughing City.

Follow me now, to the laughing city! It is brilliant there! A brilliant facade. It is mesmerizing. We all look terribly happy there, we do! We really do.

We laugh for those who've lost their laughter. We laugh for those whom we've lost. We laugh for the dying, the sick, the poor (in spirit or otherwise), we laugh for those who laugh no longer.

For this is the laughing city.

There is a splendid painting we have there. Resplendent! It is of a woman bent over the body of her slain husband. Her face is a picture of anguish. We gaze upon it and we laugh! Ha ha ha!

There is more than a touch of madness in our proceedings. There is madness, and tears, in our laughing eyes. We shall speak of it no more.

Follow me now, to the laughing city! Ha ha ha.