This blog started because London is genuinely one of the most extraordinary places to exist in. And also one of the fastest, loudest, most relentless. The burnout is real. The loneliness is real too, which people don’t talk about enough when they talk about city living. What helped, for me, was slowing down deliberately. Cycling instead of tubing. Stopping when something caught my eye. Picking up knitting. Reading on a bench in a square while the city carried on without me. It turns out that the slower you move through London, the more of it you actually see, and oh there is so much to see. Literary history on almost every street corner. A film crew outside Senate House on a random Tuesday. The most beautiful window boxes on Fitzroy Square, all year round.
This is just a place to share my obsessions, document all of my the slow habits, and make the case that taking your time is not wasted time. More is coming in the next few months. For now: the books, the literary London, and the beginning of something. If any of this sounds like your kind of thing, you’re in the right place.
