@*§;-~,,,, ,,,,~-;§*@
*§;-~,,,,, ,,,,,~-;§*
§;-~,,,,,, ,,,,,,~-;§
;-~,,,,,,, ,,,,,,,~-;
§;-~,,,,,, ,,,,,,~-;§
*§;-~,,,,, ,,,,,~-;§*
@*§;-~,,,, 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. ,,,,,,,~-;
§;-~,,,,,, ,,,,,,~-;§
*§;-~,,,,, 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 ,~-;§*@###
##@*§;-~,, ,,~-;§*@##
#@*§;-~,,, are we just stacked triangles? there is ,,,~-;§*@#
@*§;-~,,,, nothing i can do with triangles. they ,,,,~-;§*@
*§;-~,,,,, can not shelter me in any meaningful ,,,,,~-;§*
§;-~,,,,,, sense. ,,,,,,~-;§
;-~,,,,,,, ,,,,,,,~-;
§;-~,,,,,, 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. ,,~-;§*@##
###@*§;-~, ,~-;§*@###
##@*§;-~,, ,,~-;§*@##
#@*§;-~,,, ,,,~-;§*@#
@*§;-~,,,, ,,,,~-;§*@
*§;-~,,,,, ,,,,,~-;§*