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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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