Michel,

By the time you read this, you will not be able to contact or see me ever again, as under French law, you are not allowed to be within 200 meters of me, let alone call or email me. I've quit my job and moved elsewhere. Don't be worried, I've informed the landlady and received my half of the security deposit as well as took every single one of my possessions with me, except for the blue butterfly thong I have been unable to locate. I assume I am not going to want it back. Perhaps this all seems a bit extreme to you, but believe me, it's necessary for my and your personal safety.

I have but one thing to say.

How could you?

Didn't you trust me at all? Or was I just another underling you have to keep an eye on? I know you what you always say society polices itself and that people aren't inherently good, but honestly, taking that into our personal lives is a mistake. When you're telling me "I love you" usually that also means you're saying "I trust you". Except that doesn't seem to apply to us. You're always policing what I wear, checking my pills, and checking my phone. Christ, you're always so adamant about talking about us at work; I don't have any friends there. I'm a professor too, you know! I have my own classes to teach, lessons to plan. You're so smug about it too, so I have little to no credibility even though I was teaching there first. I'm just a nobody from the Literature department sleeping with one of the faculty.

It's like being in your hero Jeremy Bentham's Panoptican. I always feel like I'm being watched, even though there's no way you can be tailing me all the time. Unless of course, you're taping me.

Yes I know about that.

I found the cameras, you son of a bitch. In my lecture hall, in my office, in my fucking car, that's what I found. I can't believe you. All this time I had no idea, but I felt it all the time. But you know what? That whole time I didn't cheat on you, talk bad about you or misrepresent myself. I'm not a criminal or a whore. But you believed it because you can't trust anyone. The world is a crazy place that needs order in your eyes. But it seems to me, you don't do any better being crazy running it than being crazy going with it. It seems to me you're insecure unless you hold all the cards. That's okay though. You can play that game all by yourself. I'll just be playing strip poker with Jacques Ranciére. Why Jacques, you may ask? Well, for one thing, he trusts me. But the major difference between you two is that he knows how to learn just as well as how to teach. Enjoy your superiority over us mere mortals, Michel. At last I can stand as an equal, just as I deserve.