¨¨¨¨¨¨¨,«† †«,¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨,« «,¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨, ,¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨, 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. #§$*†«,¨¨¨
¨¨,«†*$§## ##§$*†«,¨¨
¨,«†*$§### ###§$*†«,¨
¨¨,«†*$§## ##§$*†«,¨¨
¨¨¨,«†*$§# #§$*†«,¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨,«†*$§ §$*†«,¨¨¨¨