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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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