,,»†%@§¶## ##¶§@%†»,,
,,,»†%@§¶# #¶§@%†»,,,
,,,,»†%@§¶ ¶§@%†»,,,,
,,,»†%@§¶# #¶§@%†»,,,
,,»†%@§¶## ##¶§@%†»,,
,,,»†%@§¶# #¶§@%†»,,,
,,,,»†%@§¶ 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. ##¶§@%†»,,
,,,»†%@§¶# #¶§@%†»,,,
,,,,»†%@§¶ ¶§@%†»,,,,
,,,»†%@§¶# #¶§@%†»,,,
,,»†%@§¶## ##¶§@%†»,,
,,,»†%@§¶# #¶§@%†»,,,