,,,:/*%%¶@ @¶%%*/:,,,
,:=/*%¤¶¶¶ ¶¶¶¤%*/=:,
,:=/*%¤¶@# #@¶¤%*/=:,
,,,,==/*¤¶ ¶¤*/==,,,,
,:=/*%¤¤¶¶ ¶¶¤¤%*/=:,
,:=/*%¤¶¶@ @¶¶¤%*/=:,
,,,,=/*¤¶@ 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. ##¶¤%*/=:,
,:=/*%¤¶@# #@¶¤%*/=:,
,:=/*%¤@## ##@¤%*/=:,
,,,,,,:/%¤ ¤%/:,,,,,,
,:=/*%¤¶@@ @@¶¤%*/=:,
,:=/*%%¤¶@ @¶¤%%*/=:,