§¨§¨¨¨§¨§§ ¨¨¨¨¨§§¨¨¨
¨¨¨§¨¨¨¨§§ ¨¨¨¨¨§§§¨¨
¨¨¨¨§¨¨¨§¨ §¨¨¨¨§¨§§¨
¨¨¨¨¨§¨¨¨¨ ¨§¨¨¨¨¨§§§
§¨¨¨¨¨§¨¨¨ ¨¨§¨¨¨¨§¨§
§§¨¨¨¨¨§¨¨ §¨¨§¨¨¨¨¨§
¨§§¨¨¨¨¨§¨ 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. ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨§¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ §¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨§¨¨¨¨¨¨ §§¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨§¨¨¨¨¨ ¨§§¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨§¨¨¨¨ ¨§§§¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨§¨¨¨ ¨§¨§§¨¨¨¨¨