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¶¶¶#$%/~:¨ this time of confusion also leads to ¨:~/%$#¶¶¶
##%///~¨¨¨ 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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