§¨§¨§¨§¨¨¨ ¨¨§¨¨§¨¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨§¨¨ ¨¨¨§¨¨§¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨§¨ ¨¨¨¨§¨¨§¨¨ ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨§ §¨¨¨¨§¨¨§¨ ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ §§¨¨¨¨§¨¨§ §¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ §§§¨¨¨¨§¨¨ ¨§¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ 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. ¨¨§¨¨¨¨¨§¨ §§§¨¨¨¨§¨§ §¨¨§¨¨¨¨¨¨ §¨§§¨¨¨¨¨§ ¨§¨¨§¨¨¨¨¨ ¨¨§§§¨¨¨¨§ ¨¨§¨¨§¨¨¨¨ ¨¨§¨§§¨¨¨¨ ¨¨¨§¨¨§¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨§§§¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨§¨¨§¨¨ ¨¨¨¨§¨§§¨¨ ¨¨¨¨¨§¨¨§¨