Are you going to spend your entire life in a room like this? Is this going to be it, for you?
Where do you think this will end up? What’s going to happen tomorrow and next week and the week after? What’s going to happen, philosopher? Where’s this going?
What are your fears? Your goals? What are your hopes and dreams, philosopher? Your non-philosophical hopes and dreams … do you have those? Or has philosophy sucked them all up?
If I was the jealous type, I’d be ever so jealous of philosophy. Philosophy has absorbed everything you are. What’s left for me?
Wouldn’t you prefer someone who was nicer to you?
Our affair. Our soap opera. Aren’t you tired of our soap opera?
Work in Progress 