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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 @¨@¨@¨¨@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ @¨@¨@¨@@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ 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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