,,-~†^£@## ##@£^†~-,,
,-~†^£@### ###@£^†~-,
,,-~†^£@## ##@£^†~-,,
,,,-~†^£@# #@£^†~-,,,
,,,,-~†^£@ @£^†~-,,,,
,,,,,-~†^£ £^†~-,,,,,
,,,,,,-~†^ 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. ^†~-,,,,,,
,,,,,-~†^£ £^†~-,,,,,
,,,,-~†^£@ @£^†~-,,,,
,,,-~†^£@# #@£^†~-,,,
,,-~†^£@## ##@£^†~-,,
,-~†^£@### ###@£^†~-,