,:=*%%§@## ##@§%%*=:,
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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. @£§%%%*=:,
,:=*%%§£@# #@£§%%*=:,
,,,,,:=%§@ @§%=:,,,,,
,=*%%§£@## ##@£§%%*=,
,,,,,,=%%§ §%%=,,,,,,
,:=*%%§£@# #@£§%%*=:,