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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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