Last night I had a fever, which resulted in the collapse of the Indian political system, leaving me trying to rebuild it. The strange thing was that I was trying to rebuild it out of cylinders, cones, and blocks.

The whole process was a struggle between two factions - one on each side of the bed; the wall side was promoting a complex system constructed purely from blocks that would promote interdependency and mutual support, whereas the room side favoured a tall central cone that would coordinate a dynamic network of cylinders and blocks.

The problem was that everytime I rolled to one side of the bed, the previous construction of the other side would be toppled - and every time, they would try to rebuild something slightly different.

I'm pretty sure that explains what is wrong with the world today.