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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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