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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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