The more that time passes, the more reality resembles a Philip K Dick novel, where you have to pay money to open a door and cereal boxes and newspapers (read "i

The more that time passes, the more reality resembles a Philip K Dick novel, where you have to pay money to open a door and cereal boxes and newspapers (read "internet") had animations that tried to push product. PKD's satire on consumerism sure is turning uncomfortably prescient. I'm expecting some kind of crescendo of insanity until we finally hit the reset button.