A love/hater letter to a subgenre that captured and coloured much of Black British early adulthood, my eventual tiredness of it, and the emotional space it still holds within me.

In a city that demands ruthless individualism from its dwellers, Film Abdi has managed to capture the rare moments of togetherness that make us feel whole as a community in London.

A love letter to the genre that allows us to lean into joy, escapism and softness in a world that wants us to work harder, be resilient and only highlight our suffering.

Twenty-six years later, the landscapes of music, Internet culture and love have been redefined, yet few works of art blend all three as effectively as Janet Jackson’s “Empty”.