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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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