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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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