About The Author

Bobby Williams is still alive. Subsisting on the periphery of society—lurking, observing. Handwriting fine and wiry and unconcerned. Noting moments that turn into words on a page and become books. All washing away in the never-ending tides of oblivion the author must cling to something. A website. Perennial residence for words. The author’s immortal habitat.

And so, welcome to my new home. This is me writing now, Bobby. I wrote the first part too, if you wanna know. What are we doing here? Solid question. What I can tell you—something ‘about’ me, is that as many of you have been busy sculpting an enclosed universe, I have been studying the world at large. For the last decade I have used absurdities to transcribe my findings, delighting in the ludicrous intensity of everyday operations. You may find this sentiment in all the work I’ve left behind so far. In fiction, poetry, essays and novel I have tried to make you laugh, bring you joy and hopefully offer bits of wisdom.

Today I embark on a new odyssey. ‘twill be long and treacherous. I will miss you all. This space exists so that we might still communicate—with little rooms for you to contribute a line I dream that we might find bliss in brief shoutouts.