Last night, I stood alone on one of those tiny street corners. So tiny you'd miss it if you are one of those fast-paced pedestrians who pound London's pavement with their fast-paced heels. 9:00 pm, cold January breeze. I'm on my work break. I strolled a healthy distance away from the office building. Stood here, hoodie up, fleece zipped, one hand in pocket, other hand tongue kissing a vape pen. Many thoughts, came and went like those fast-paced pedestrians. It's my becoming personality, I spend a hefty amount of my time thinking, working, alone, or picking up habits to cope with the cold.