&&¨¨¨&¨&¨¨ ¨&¨&¨&&¨&¨
¨&¨¨&&&&¨& &&&&&¨&&&&
&&¨&¨¨¨&&& ¨¨¨¨&&¨¨¨&
¨&&&¨¨&¨¨¨ ¨¨¨&¨&¨¨&¨
&¨¨&¨&&¨¨& ¨¨&&&&¨&&¨
&¨&&&¨&¨&¨ ¨&¨¨¨&&¨&&
&&¨¨&&&&&¨ 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. &&&¨¨¨¨&&¨
&&¨&&&¨&¨& ¨¨&¨¨¨&¨&¨
¨&&¨¨&&&&& ¨&&¨¨&&&&&
&¨&¨&¨¨¨¨¨ &¨&¨&¨¨¨¨&
&&&&&¨¨¨¨¨ &&&&&¨¨¨&¨
¨¨¨¨&¨¨¨¨& ¨¨¨¨&¨¨&&&