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,:»:§£&&&@ @&&&£§:»:,
,:»:§£&@@@ @@@&£§:»:,
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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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,:»:§£&@@@ @@@&£§:»:,