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###£*$/~., song or movie or book, so i think, how ,.~/$*£###
#££$~,,,,, would i have done it, what is the ,,,,,~$££#
##£**$/~., purpose of this process, what does it ,.~/$**£##
###£*$/~., consist of...? and through the process ,.~/$*£###
###£*$/~., more and more pieces falls off until ,.~/$*£###
#£*$$//~., i'm standing there with nothing. ,.~//$$*£#
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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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#£**/~,,,, 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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