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#¨¨#####¨¨ 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. #¨¨#######
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¨##¨¨¨¨¨¨# 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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