The Alchemy of Being Seen
They used to look at me and see everything I wasn’t. The man who fooled a city.The dreamer who went
They used to look at me and see everything I wasn’t. The man who fooled a city.The dreamer who went
Everyone loves to talk about the fire. They talk about the blaze, the destruction, the inferno that consumes the old
When the world stops calling you by name, who are you? For a long time, I didn’t know. After the
You imagine the moment as cinematic. A matchstick. A blaze. You walk away from the fire like a phoenix in
They still ask me: “How is Billy Coull now?” They don’t mean physically. They mean mythically. Spiritually. Publicly. They’re asking
Glasgow. My city. The place that built me and the place that broke me. They use my name and the
They say I wrote conspiracy books. Seventeen of them, apparently, all birthed in a single summer. The titles sound like