.......~*§ §*~.......
..~^*&§@## ##@§&*^~..
..~^*&§@## ##@§&*^~..
..~^*&@### ###@&*^~..
..~^*&§### ###§&*^~..
......^&§@ @§&^......
..~^*&§@## 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. ##@§&*^~..
...~^^^&§§ §§&^^^~...
....~^&&@# #@&&^~....
..~^*&§@@@ @@@§&*^~..
....^*&§@# #@§&*^....
....^**§§@ @§§**^....