My son Sam comes downtown between classes at the U to immerse himself in the existential umwelt of the skyways with me. It only takes a quadruple espresso at the Dunn Bros for him to feel the skyway dasein, to find Kierkegaard's Knight of Faith lurking behind the cappucino machine, to inhale Simone Weil's Grace in the burnt coffee bean aroma...
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