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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. ,,:~***¤#@
#@#¤***~:, ,:~***¤#@#
##@#¤***~: :~***¤#@##
#@#¤***~:, ,:~***¤#@#
@#¤***~:,, ,,:~***¤#@
#¤***~:,,, ,,,:~***¤#