,:=*=%¤@## ##@¤%=*=:,
,,,,,:*=¤¤ ¤¤=*:,,,,,
,:=*=%¤@## ##@¤%=*=:,
,,,:*===%@ @%===*:,,,
,:=*=%%¤¤¤ ¤¤¤%%=*=:,
,:=*=%¤@## ##@¤%=*=:,
,,,:=*%¤@@ 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. ##@¤%=*=:,
,:=*=%¤@## ##@¤%=*=:,
,:=****%¤@ @¤%****=:,
,:=*=%¤@## ##@¤%=*=:,
,:=*=%¤@## ##@¤%=*=:,
,,,,,,=*=¤ ¤=*=,,,,,,