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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. @#§*,,,,,,
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,,,«««*@@@ 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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