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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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