The officer barged me back on my heels, whacking wildly at my camera, and in my considerable dismay I found my thoughts turning to the nature of truth. As the officer’s wiry knuckles whitened on my wrists, I pondered Heidegger’s definition of truth as ‘unconcealment’ – bringing things out of hiddenness. Some things, it turns out, are harder to unconceal than others.
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