.,~**£¤@@@ @@@¤£**~,.
.,~**£¤@@# #@@¤£**~,.
.....,**¤@ @¤**,.....
...~~*££@@ @@££*~~...
.,~**£¤@@@ @@@¤£**~,.
.,~**£¤@@# #@@¤£**~,.
.,~**£¤@@@ 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. @¤*****~,.
.,~****¤@@ @@¤****~,.
....,,**¤@ @¤**,,....
....,~*£@@ @@£*~,....
.,~**£££¤¤ ¤¤£££**~,.
.,~**£¤@@# #@@¤£**~,.