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A few years ago I spent my birthday sitting alone on a bench on the South Bank of the Thames, outside of the Tate Modern. I sketched and scribbled notes and thought about how sometimes it's better to be by yourself. Well, I can't claim to have that same thought now, but in two weeks' time I'll be on my way to London alone to sit outside the same museum and ride the subway and sleep in a strange bed in a hostel in the City District and walk walk walk walk walk til my feet fall off and think think think til my brain stops. Maybe then it will come back to me.