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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 #¨#¨##¨#¨#
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¨#¨¨#¨#¨## 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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