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&&&&&&&&¨¨ ¨¨&&&&&¨¨&
&&&&&&&¨¨& ¨¨¨&&&¨¨¨¨
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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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