,^~\$%¤### ###¤%$\~^,
,,^~\$%¤## ##¤%$\~^,,
,,,^~\$%¤# #¤%$\~^,,,
,,,,^~\$%¤ ¤%$\~^,,,,
,,,,,^~\$% %$\~^,,,,,
,,,,,,^~\$ $\~^,,,,,,
,,,,,,,^~\ 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 $\~^,,,,,,
,,,,,^~\$% was after that. %$\~^,,,,,
,,,,^~\$%¤ ¤%$\~^,,,,
,,,^~\$%¤# #¤%$\~^,,,
,,^~\$%¤## ##¤%$\~^,,
,^~\$%¤### ###¤%$\~^,
,,^~\$%¤## ##¤%$\~^,,