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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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