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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. @¨@@¨¨¨@@@
@¨¨@¨¨¨¨¨¨ ¨¨@@@¨¨@¨@
@@¨¨@¨¨¨¨¨ 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. @¨¨¨¨¨¨@¨@
@@¨¨¨¨¨¨@¨ @@¨¨¨¨¨¨¨@
¨@@¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ ¨@@¨¨¨¨¨¨@
¨@@@¨¨¨¨¨¨ ¨@@@¨¨¨¨¨¨
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