Absub?

Why a dragon ?

This remark could be Tristan Bernard's: "Humor is the politeness of despair." One could believe that our times are very politely desperate. Politeness is reminiscent of polishing, furbishing, waxing, smoothing. The matter would be to rub one's despair with care and method so that it is not dirty… But dirty with what? If not hope: the dark side of boredom. Because humor, no longer a stranger to paradox, decorating despair with the honors of a good education, relegates hope in the already heavily populated cloaca of nauseating insults. Thus ABSUB was born. Rising up from the sewer at the bottom of which the naive, the unconscious and the hopeful get lost, coming out dead last of a long deserted Pandora's box, it emerges as a chimera to learn politeness. A pipe dream, of course, because which human could embody hope? No one is bound to do the impossible, so it's of a dragon's notorious misconduct to believe he will unfailingly succeed, if badly. So is the humor proposed here: a kind of inversion; because if despair is just an other word for politeness, humor without despair becomes a rude lack of good-manners. The absurd is upon us and within our reach, just stare at the screen: beware, it's already a rude move because it involves hope in seeing something. So here's Absub, dragon of quality, chimera by vocation and survivor from mere habit. One last detail: he never talks. In the absurd lies a high degree of consistency: If humor is the politeness of despair, great pains are silent.