Si pour une patate tu n'as plus rien, alors tu lévites" dit la patate

The price of the potato collapses before stabilizing in the air under the dumbfounded gaze of visitors. The rays of the sun gild the thin skin of the tuberose and each day its weight becomes lighter and its value soars. But how much are the 33 crunchy chips in our flying potato worth? And the peels? Are they worth their weight in gold in the land of crypto art?