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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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