"It's so dark. I'm not prepared. I should have brought a torch. All the shops are closed, shutters down."
"I'm one of the few people left on the bus as we arrive at Lambeth Palace."
"I wake to the radio. It's the story of a racist bomb attack on an Alabama church."
"With my eyes so heavy, I can't focus on my task. I question what it is I am seeking in these early hours."
"I want to see glass reflected in the early morning sunshine, so take the bus to the Horniman Museum."
"I slam the front door, which is a mistake because a lamp is switched on in the upstairs flat. Who is awake at 5am?"
"One thing I notice is the strange smells. For each aroma, I try to find its exact association in my mind."
"5am is mine now. I know its tricks and inhabitants. People are smudged-make up drunk, or travelling with battered suitcases."
"With plans to travel the furthest yet from home, I'm on a packed bus with six or seven people joining at each stop."
"'Where can love flee to and how can it end?' reads a scrape of graffiti."
"At each bus stop, the doors wheeze open, Oyster cards beep and people swarm towards the back seats or swing up the stairs."
"For my last trick, I stab a knife into my A-Z to decide the location."