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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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