AWOL

Ah, none of this troubles me, he knows that, W. says. Astray, that's what I've always been. Missing, in some sense. AWOL. — 'You're a deserter by inclination. You know nothing of loyalty, nothing of the cadre'. I’m not loyal to thought, W. says. What do I know of it, the demand of thought?

'What are you interested in?', W. asks me. 'What, really? Because it's not philosophy, is it? It's not thought'. Still, I like reading about philosophy and reading about thought, that much is clear. It exercises some kind of fascination over me, W. says. There's something in me which responds. There’s something that is left of the good and the true, he says.