,,,,,,,«†* *†«,,,,,,,
,,,,,,«†*¤ ¤*†«,,,,,,
,,,,,«†*¤# #¤*†«,,,,,
,,,,«†*¤## ##¤*†«,,,,
,,,«†*¤### ###¤*†«,,,
,,«†*¤#### ####¤*†«,,
,,,«†*¤### 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. ###¤*†«,,,
,,«†*¤#### ####¤*†«,,
,,,«†*¤### ###¤*†«,,,
,,,,«†*¤## ##¤*†«,,,,
,,,,,«†*¤# #¤*†«,,,,,
,,,,,,«†*¤ ¤*†«,,,,,,