,,,,^»;§%£ £%§;»^,,,,
,,,^»;§%£@ @£%§;»^,,,
,,^»;§%£@# #@£%§;»^,,
,^»;§%£@## ##@£%§;»^,
^»;§%£@### ###@£%§;»^
,^»;§%£@## ##@£%§;»^,
,,^»;§%£@# 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. ###@£%§;»^
,^»;§%£@## ##@£%§;»^,
,,^»;§%£@# #@£%§;»^,,
,,,^»;§%£@ @£%§;»^,,,
,,,,^»;§%£ £%§;»^,,,,
,,,,,^»;§% %§;»^,,,,,