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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. ¤%**-,....
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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. ,.........
........,- -,........
.......,-* 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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