I like park benches and roadside street curbs.
Heh i used to go waaaaaaay up the mountains to get away from it all, then look for cell signal and TEXT someone.
We can't be alone.
Sometimes a series of park bench strangers, to whom we confess that we hate everyone, might just drop a new gem of inspiration in the pocket.
When i really hate now i try to stick with news radio, and punish the world by turning it off.
It's only myself i am looking at, after all.