And on and on it goes. Somewhere in this mixed up story that the silly-side of your brain is relating...a thought bubble appears and says that this will be fun to laugh about over breakfast with the family. But somehow, the absurdity just keeps on going. No waking. No pinching. No relief.
Perhaps. A portent of things to come? Probably. It will become more unreal and more purchased than you can imagine. President Da Vinci has spoken.