Finally in London

London had been on my list for a long time before a plaque actually made it there. Not because I lacked the will, but because the timing, the travel, and the right wall never quite lined up — until January 2026, when they finally did.

The plaque went up on a brick wall layered with years of street art — swirls of blue and purple paint, scraps of paper flyers, small stickers left by other people entirely. It's exactly the kind of wall this project looks for: already alive with other voices, already used to holding things that matter to strangers.

Finally in London! Thanks my dearest friend for the support!!!

I couldn't have placed this one without a friend's help getting there — this project has never really been something I do entirely alone, and London was a clear reminder of that. Some cities take a single trip. Others take a long stretch of hoping, rearranging plans, and finally getting the timing right.

London joins a strange, uneven map of how cities actually happen for this project. Some, like a single week across four German cities, arrive all at once, one wall after another, barely giving me time to catch my breath. Others only come together through whatever a friend happens to have on hand — I've arrived somewhere once without a sign or any glue and still made it work. London took the opposite shape entirely: not a rush, not an improvisation, just a long, patient wait for the right week to finally arrive.

The plaque is still there, tucked among the layers of a wall that was already full of other people's marks before mine arrived — one more “5=3” added to a city that, by the look of that corner alone, already understood exactly what it means to leave something on a wall for a stranger to find.