September 16, 2021:

At the Fotis House I befriended a young philosophy professor. We sat crosslegged on two beds, debating in a friendly way.

His ambition was to solve the mind-body problem. I thought that was hilarious. I was too polite to express my amusement in its purest form, but I'm sure he could sense I did not take his ambition seriously.

We talked of Descartes, Marx, Althusser. Primarily the Greeks, granted that's what my classmates and I were reading. Aristotle, Plato, Herodotus, Thucydides, Sophocles: Zeno at the Painted Stoa, Aristophanes at the Theater of Dionysus. His little daughter slept while we practiced our dialectic.

I was sick. Emaciated, heartbroken, weak, forlorn, lonely. It was good to have someone to talk with.