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Apparently, humanity has finally perfected loneliness and rebranded it as “self-discovery.” That’s the conclusion I reached when I saw the headlines declaring that Copenhagen had officially been crowned one of the best cities for solo travel in 2026. Not for couples. Not for families. Not for backpackers sharing a hostel room with a man named Lars who smells like wet hiking boots and unresolved childhood trauma. No. Specifically for solo travelers. And honestly? Of course it was. Because if there’s one thing modern civilization excels at, it’s turning emotional isolation into a luxury lifestyle aesthetic. We don’t say “alone” anymore. That sounds tragic. We say “traveling solo.” We say “finding ourselves.” We say “curating intentional experiences.” We say “digital nomad.” We say “slow travel.” We say “mindful exploration.” Meanwhile, half of us are eating pastries in foreign countries while staring blankly at our phones wondering why we still feel emotionally hollow despite payin...