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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. ##&&%*;=,,
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,,=;*%&### 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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