Will Vigar

a writer of sorts

Bullshit Detector

1983 and faux anarchic romanticism seduces me. Squatting for peace dreaming that the threat of Threads is gone and Barefoot Gen can sleep unhindered; ashen shadows confined to graffiti.   … Continue reading

April 13, 2019 · Leave a comment

Hotel. Birmingham. 18.8.17. The Treachery of Mirrors

It’s stifling, even with the window open. The bloody workmen have woken me with drills and diggers with alarms that sound like they will break into ‘Jingle Bells.’ Every few … Continue reading

February 7, 2018 · Leave a comment

Hotel. Birmingham. 18.8.17. (The Treachery of Mirrors)

The first non-Kelvin based writing I’ve done in about seven months.   Be gentle, I;m still not awake.   Hotel. Birmingham. 18.8.17. (The Treachery of Mirrors)   It’s 6:15 and … Continue reading

August 18, 2017 · Leave a comment