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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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