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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 ##%%-~~...
...~///%%# #%%///~...
...-/%%### 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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