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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 ##@@*/«^..
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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. ###@@*/«^.
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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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