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###¤¤*/~:¨ ¨:~/*¤¤###
@@¤***/~:¨ ¨:~/***¤@@
##@¤¤*/~:¨ ¨:~/*¤¤@##
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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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