,,,,.-**§# #§**-.,,,,
,,,.-**§#@ @#§**-.,,,
,,.-**§#@# #@#§**-.,,
,.-**§#@## ##@#§**-.,
,,.-**§#@# #@#§**-.,,
,,,.-**§#@ @#§**-.,,,
,,,,.-**§# 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. #§**-.,,,,
,,,.-**§#@ @#§**-.,,,
,,.-**§#@# #@#§**-.,,
,.-**§#@## ##@#§**-.,
,,.-**§#@# #@#§**-.,,
,,,.-**§#@ @#§**-.,,,