The Transcendental Turn

I'm at Arts Cafe reading my Kant and writing a precis on the Transcendental Analytic. It is slow and arduous, made moreso because of the way the light bulb hangs naked in front of the window that I'm facing. Seen from the corner of my eyes, I keep thinking that there is a poster of a smiling Dale Earnhardt Jr. looming constantly over me. It's pretty disconcerting, and it forces me to look up in the middle of paragraphs.

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