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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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