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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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