Hay un punto extraño en la evolución humana donde desarrollamos una respuesta fisiológica absurda, nos reímos del sinsentido. Supongo que si no lo hiciéramos no podríamos reaccionar ante gran parte de la vida. En la entrada de la casa de mis abuelos siempre ha habido un terrorífico urogallo disecado dentro de una vitrina. Hace unas semanas visité un pequeño museo jurásico y lo que más me gustó fue una especie de urogallo prehistórico disecado.
There's a strange moment in human evolution where we develop a absurd physiological response to absurdity, we laugh at nonsense. I suppose if we couldn't laugh at things that don't make sense, we couldn't react to a lot of life. At the hall of my grandparents's house there's always been a dreadful disected capercaillie in a showcase. Some weeks ago I visited a small jurassic museum, and what I liked the most was a kind of prehistoric dissected capercaillie.
There's a strange moment in human evolution where we develop a absurd physiological response to absurdity, we laugh at nonsense. I suppose if we couldn't laugh at things that don't make sense, we couldn't react to a lot of life. At the hall of my grandparents's house there's always been a dreadful disected capercaillie in a showcase. Some weeks ago I visited a small jurassic museum, and what I liked the most was a kind of prehistoric dissected capercaillie.
