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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. #@#@=:-:..
.:-:=@#@## ##@#@=:-:.
..:-:=@#@# 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. @#@=:-:...
..:-:=@#@# #@#@=:-:..
.:-:=@#@## 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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