I had forgotten about the infinite joke. I saw it last year in, let’s say, a dream.
There’s a direction, a slant, a…viewpoint you can take, that is funny forever. Or at least as far as I’ve chosen to look before the laughter became too much for me.
The same joke echoes endlessly through every direction at once, like a fractal, somehow amazingly each iteration is the perfect punchline to everything that came before it, every piece both perfectly contextualised and insanely contextualised by everything that came before it, and along with it, and after it, becoming exponentially more insane and more hilarious the longer it goes. It makes no sense. It’s impossible. But somehow it’s real.