¨¨,»*%&@## ##@&%*»,¨¨
¨¨¨,»*%&@# #@&%*»,¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨,»*%&@ @&%*»,¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨,»*%&@# #@&%*»,¨¨¨
¨¨,»*%&@## ##@&%*»,¨¨
¨,»*%&@### ###@&%*»,¨
¨¨,»*%&@## 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. @&%*»,¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨,»*%&@# #@&%*»,¨¨¨
¨¨,»*%&@## ##@&%*»,¨¨
¨,»*%&@### ###@&%*»,¨
¨¨,»*%&@## ##@&%*»,¨¨
¨¨¨,»*%&@# #@&%*»,¨¨¨