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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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