9:45 Phone Call:
"I’m on my way to see Michael. I just slept with two people."
On pg. 45, From “On Truth and Lie in an Extra-Moral Sense”:
"Only through forgetfulness can man ever achieve the illusion of possessing a ‘truth’ in the sense just designated. If he does not wish to be satisfied with truth in the form of a tautology—that is, with empty shells—then he will forever buy illusions for truths. What is a word? The image of a nerve stimulus in sounds. But to infer from the nerve stimulus, a cause outside us, that is already the result of a false and unjustified application of the principle of reason…"
There were other people involved: one was his co-worker, the other was a bathhouse, and the friend he claimed to hate who he texted his romantic feelings for.
To illustrate an addiction: nights and nights under a ceiling, surrounded by walls, and restricted by the floor. It’s easy to break these patterns and transform pleasure into a life. One would never be an insect crawling for a drop of sugar on the floor, or a lover reaching out to their past for answers. It’s nothing that can be uttered when you’re in a state of forgetting and waking up with tension in your face. Is this a constant journey, or can it just be a quick moment of blindness?
The phone is on the desk. He walks, a few hundred miles away, from his car with a proper alibi about his day.