¨&&&¨¨&&&& &&&&&&&&&&
&¨¨&¨&¨¨¨& ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨&
&¨&&&&¨¨&¨ ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨&¨
&&¨¨¨&¨&&¨ ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨&&&
¨&¨¨&&&¨&& ¨¨¨¨¨¨&¨¨¨
&&¨&¨¨&&¨¨ ¨¨¨¨¨&&¨¨¨
¨&&&¨&¨&¨¨ 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. ¨&&&¨&¨&&&
&¨¨&&¨¨¨¨¨ &¨¨&&&&¨¨&
&¨&¨&¨¨¨¨& &¨&¨¨¨&¨&¨
&&&&&¨¨¨&¨ &&&¨¨&&&&&
¨¨¨¨&¨¨&&¨ ¨¨&¨&¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨&&¨&¨&& ¨&&&&¨¨¨¨¨