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The only London constant is the weather, its shifts, the theatre of clouds. The only way to free up a story is to start walking. To take a train somewhere you have never been and to recognize it, immediately, as the missing paragraph of a novel that should never be written.
–Ian Sinclair, London: City of Disappearances.
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