Detachment is neither the absence of relatedness nor the disappearance of the other; their loss or death, but a transformation and an estrangement. Detachment remains a relation with the other; but a different relation with another other. Oneself does not survive detachment, becoming itself another other, detached not only from the other, but also from itself as its other. Detachment is the coming of another, yet the same, oneself into another, yet the same, relatedness with another, yet the same, other. The other does not disappear, it does not recede into absence, but becomes more present, more noticeable, inescapable through a relation of separation and dissociation when separation is not a breaking-up or a rendering disconnected but a linking and a letting-become-together. Discontinuity brings nearness; an alienated nearness by separated-ness, uniting by rendering apart, where one and the other, without noticing, exclude one another without excluding the exclusion itself, letting it become a trace of another other and another oneself, multiplying otherness and radicalizing detachment since oneself and the other are nothing but traces of others; alienated and remaining despite being excluded. Detachment remains related-ness; perhaps a non-relational relation, an infinite relation of othering, becoming itself its other, incessantly.