I was addicted to the idle chatter of Das Man. I craved its social validation and social direction. I wanted to read on Yelp that the polenta tasted good; I wanted a travel guide to assure me how stunning a Danube sunset must be. Heidegger was aware of how trying this process could be. He thought that if one’s angst spiral didn’t involve thoughts of death, it wasn’t working properly. (No one ever said authenticity was cheery!)

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