For the crime of being born, Will Buzzerd inhumanely received a life sentence in the 21st century. He emerged from the toxic sludge pits of New Jersey to make bad art for strange people and now, having nearly doubled in size, has been sighted slouching westward in search of solid food and decent education. His many inspirations include W. B. Yeats, Renee Magritte, and Pallas Athena. He likes cyberpunk, tea ceremonies, and dream analysis, and knows too well that time will disintegrate each and every one of us. Beware the errant cone of his melting vision.