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&¨¨&¨¨&&¨¨ 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. &¨&¨¨¨&&¨¨
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