,,,,,^%¤## ##¤%^,,,,,
,,~^%¤§#@# #@#§¤%^~,,
,,~^%%¤§§§ §§§¤%%^~,,
,,~^¤§#@## ##@#§¤^~,,
,,~^%¤§#@# #@#§¤%^~,,
,,,,,,^%¤§ §¤%^,,,,,,
,,,,~^¤¤¤# 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. #§¤^,,,,,,
,,,,,,~^¤§ §¤^~,,,,,,
,,~^%¤§### ###§¤%^~,,
,,~^¤§#@## ##@#§¤^~,,
,,~~~%¤§#@ @#§¤%~~~,,
,,~^%¤§##@ @##§¤%^~,,