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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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