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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 $*»,......
.......,»* abstract they are, the things, until *»,.......
........,» they cease to be things at all »,........
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.......... are we just stacked triangles? there is ..........
.......... nothing i can do with triangles. they ..........
.......... can not shelter me in any meaningful ..........
.......... sense. ..........
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.......... and when i can't even anchor myself, ..........
.......... when i am nothing but the question, it ..........
........., feels like it can all slip through my ,.........
........,» fingers... "whoops", and nothing ever »,........
.......,»* was after that. *»,.......
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.....,»*$* *$*»,.....
....,»*$*# #*$*»,....
...,»*$*#¶ ¶#*$*»,...
..,»*$*#¶# #¶#*$*»,..