Dear friend, it was an honor to think through the exile decade with you. In a way, our conversation itself was a kind of scavenging—retrieving Nietzsche’s scattered traces, turning them over, finding what still holds meaning. And perhaps also bricklaying, assembling these thoughts into something momentarily livable, even if only for the span of this dialogue.
May your day be light, yet thoughtful. And should you find yourself wandering among ruins again, I’ll be here—ready to scavenge and lay bricks with you once more.
Until next time.
