Londinium MMXXII

I’m Orazio. Welcome to my journal, where I document the chaos and charm of my life since moving to London. Expect a rollercoaster of emotions as I navigate the ups and downs of living abroad, tackling everything from relationship struggles and the challenges of gay life to moments of pure joy and self-discovery. My posts are a mix of pessimism and optimism, spirituality and sarcasm, filled with “what the fuck” realisations and reflections on life’s absurdities. Join me on this unpredictable journey as I strive to find my path, laugh at the madness, and sometimes just scream into the void. Jump HERE to see how my London dream began…

Story Archive

  • Emotional Blackmail

    So, autumn’s here in London and I’m soaking up the vibes and snacks. Went hiking and had a chill moment with a horse, but got a bit lost after indulging. Met a friend for…

  • Walked into Fall

    Back from an ideal hike, the harsh reality of London hits hard: damp, clutter, and nagging frustration set in. A struggle unfolds at home—a debate over cleanliness spirals into past grievances, revealing deeper tensions…

  • Godrevy Lighthouse

    In Cornwall, experience enchanting seaside charm, vibrant nature, and warm connections. Journey through towns, bask in sun, indulge in clotted cream, and savor life’s simple pleasures.

  • Heatwaves

    Heatwave euphoria has gripped Leigh-on-Sea, with one last sultry Sunday pushing boundaries. Dressed to impress for Topo’s theatrical farewell, the heat amplifies every sensation. Weekdays were spent exploring East London’s hidden gems while succumbing…

  • Hot Hot Summer (finally)

    London’s having a heatwave in September, and it’s hotter than a sauna on a summer day! With sunny skies, I’m ditching work early to venture outdoors, trading parks for upcoming hikes in Cornwall. Excitement…

  • Highking

    My new favorite pastime is highking—rolling a spliff, heading north, and losing myself in the forest. Yesterday in Hainault, I tried peeling back layers of avoidance, searching for my core beneath guilt, doubt, and…

  • You can get the boy out of the countryside but not the countryside out of the boy

    Two weeks since the big fight, and silence lingers like an unpaid bill. I’ve escaped into fitness, forests, and fleeting encounters—anything but home. Topo and I coexist, polite but distant, like strangers in an…

  • One more day – one less day

    Sometimes, life feels like a tragic sitcom where I’m both the star and the punchline. One minute I’m dreaming of a Sicilian haven, the next I’m biting my tongue (literally!) over a hot curry…

  • Controlled hallucinations

    he writer reflects on their early morning train journey to Gatwick for a flight to Malta after a restless night. They recall attending a lively Lana Del Rey concert in Hyde Park with John,…