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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 ¨&&¨¨&¨¨&¨
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&¨¨¨&¨&&¨¨ 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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