Reading Kierkegaard on the way back home tonight. Have been craving philosophy lately, especially philosophy that speaks in the first person (to the first person in me). My obsession: defeating the temptation of nihilism and its near cousin, averageness. To be average is to be so stunned by the experimental character of existence that one cannot conduct any counter-experiments with it — existence. It occurred to me tonight that both Nietzsche and Kierkegaard were concerned with eternity, or rather, the recovery of the eternal from the jaws of the quotidian present. For Nietzsche, this desire, this love, of the eternal expresses itself through the idea of eternal return. For Kierkegaard, in the knight of faith: the quixotic character who lives only for the eternal.

Trains flash by on their way to Manhattan as my own train passes towards Bedstuy. I’m one stop away from home.