Author: PGR
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Four months is long enough
for the cat to have calmed down for the walls to have warmed through for the walk in the dark to the toilet to happen on autopilot for me to know why this town is a ghost-town to have dug up the history down at the foot of the hill to chant the road…
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Transients
I wanted more than anything to bare my soul frankly and entirely to my friend. I would have wished to divest myself of it and leave it throbbing there beside him. We went on talking, discussing, on the verge of saying farewell, until all of a sudden, with an unsuspected firmness of conviction, I understood…
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Stuff by me elsewhere
Haven’t done one of these for a while, but seem to have had a spate of publications since finishing my Masters, and what else is the point of a blog if not for bigging one’s good self right up, as the kids say? What, indeed. So, yeah. That huge essay on Nordic LARP that I…
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The Nix’d Bug Thang
I kinda hate these things, not least because I was such an egregious and hungry-for-attention propagator of them when I started writing on these here internets (as a trawl thru the archives here at VCTB will all too quickly reveal). But hey, why pass up an opportunity to subvert the format, right? Right. I was…
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Notes from the midst of a bi-polar slump
I normally write these things and either throw them away (when done with pen and paper) or archive them in a digital folder I never look in, but this time I’m going to experiment with broadcast Every bit of advice – professional or otherwise – I’ve ever had about depression has revolved around the idea…