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Published in Seeing For Others, Black Dog Press, London, 2012

Only in a dream can the funniest thing in the world be said. The intensity of a dreamer’s emotion, or reaction, whether it is an extreme sexual arousal, a terrible fear, or a bottomless sadness, cannot be reproduced in the state of waking, when we remain vigilant and cautious. Exaggerations try to reproduce this intensity, yet the one who exaggerates is always split, always unfocused because of an interference that transforms the redness and roundedness, a ball thrown at you, into a sad black-and-white object. To exaggerate means to put on a bikini, at least to the extent that I am still aware of the fact that I am exaggerating. “Yes, admittedly, the American people are warm, friendly, polite, hospitable to strangers and kind to animals, none of which, alas, prevents most of them from being also just plain dumb.” The box reminds me of the rant in my friend’s novel, for many an exaggeration, for him a visionary statement: “I have a dream.”

Alexander Garcia-Duttmann, Seeing For Others, London, 2012