In Heidegger the condition of Dasein (the human Being) is Geworfenheit, thrown-ness, of being pitched into the dejectedness of what indifferently is. Where I live, in southeast London, I find Poké Stops at Nigerian churches and local greengrocers; the National Rail station is a gym. All fantasy coalesces around fixed points of interest. We’re back to Heidegger: this is a world into which I’ve been thrown.

¶ 4:38 AM