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.&&......& now, usually i feel good (maybe?), but .&&.&&.&.&
..&.....&. this time of confusion also leads to ..&..&.&.&
.&&....&&. all analyzes ending in "useless" - i .&&.&&.&.&
..&...&.&. was being bothered by something in a ..&..&.&.&
.&&..&&.&. song or movie or book, so i think, how .&&.&&.&.&
..&.&.&.&. would i have done it, what is the ..&..&.&.&
.&&.&.&.&. purpose of this process, what does it .&&.&&.&.&
..&.&.&.&. consist of...? and through the process ..&..&.&.&
.&&.&.&.&. more and more pieces falls off until .&&.&&.&.&
..&.&.&.&. i'm standing there with nothing. ..&..&.&.&
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..&.&.&.&. reductionist hell - ..&..&.&.&
.&&.&.&.&. i wan't a bottom floor, a concept .&&.&&.&.&
..&.&.&.&. bedrock, but the deeper i go the more ..&..&.&.&
.&&.&.&.&. abstract they are, the things, until .&&.&&.&.&
..&.&.&.&. they cease to be things at all ..&..&.&.&
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..&.&.&.&. are we just stacked triangles? there is ..&..&.&.&
.&&.&.&.&. nothing i can do with triangles. they .&&.&&.&.&
..&.&.&.&. can not shelter me in any meaningful ..&..&.&.&
.&&.&.&.&. sense. .&&.&&.&.&
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.&&.&.&.&. and when i can't even anchor myself, .&&.&&.&.&
..&.&.&.&. when i am nothing but the question, it ..&..&.&.&
.&&.&.&.&. feels like it can all slip through my .&&.&&.&.&
..&.&.&.&. fingers... "whoops", and nothing ever ..&..&.&.&
.&&.&.&.&. was after that. .&&.&&.&.&
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