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