In An Apophatic Diagnosis, the author draws a quiet line between journaling and philosophising—not as a matter of form, but of depth. Writing, for them, is not about being known but about remaining in inquiry. Across devices and moods, they return to the page as a space of doubt, not declaration. Here, philosophy resists commodification, and thought is practiced not for performance, but for endurance.

A fragmented reflection on philosophy as desire, affliction, and becoming—these are thoughts not argued, but endured.

It has proven incredibly difficult to continue to write. I doubt, at once, the content of my thought as well as my dominion over them....