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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 #&§-......
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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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