#§%^^~^,,, ,,,^~^^%§#
§§§^^^=~^, ,^~=^^^§§§
#§^^=^,,,, ,,,,^=^^§#
##@§%^=~^, ,^~=^%§@##
##@§%^=~^, ,^~=^%§@##
##@§%^=~^, ,^~=^%§@##
@@%==~^,,, 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. ,,,,~~~^%@
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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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