A particular feeling, or rather an affect, has followed a recent trip. More precisely is the case that I find myself engulfed by this...

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.