Am I a Coleridge opium fantasy? Or have I always been here?
And just as I type that very profound thought (see last post comments) a new one pops up. How bizarre. That means that you aresitting where ever you are, like me,on a computer, but of all those gadzillions of bytes, ours are entwined. A bit homo erotic if you ask me.b is the answer, Magritte and his missus and friends.