do you want me to call dignitas?

“the clay that shapes us is still warm.”

A few years later I was a functioning delinquent, vandalising buses with stolen marker pens. Such behaviour in someone bereaved or abused, I’m told, is more positive than a common alternative, depression leading to suicide. Although shoplifting, vandalism and insolence won’t earn any accolades for an adolescent, they might be evidence of a person making a space for themselves in the world, having been dealt a poor hand.

I wish I was a Londoner. I would use Celsius instead of Farenheit. I would drink tea from my kettle. I would watch britcoms on BBC and Channel 4. I would get cheap chicken and chips for tea with my mates. I would hit the corner shop with the mandem to grab some redbull and vapes. I would go to Croydon to get stabbed. I would go to Brixton to get stabbed. I would go to Vauxhall to get stabbed. I would go to Elephant and Castle to get stabbed. I would go to