I Caved. There’s a Website Now.

Listen, I know no one was out there refreshing their browser, thinking, What I really need today is an author website from that guy who writes about Caravaggio murdering people and artists getting repackaged for sale. But I made one anyway. Because the day is coming. And when it does, now there’s a place for people to find an ephemeral representation of who I was willing to tell them I was.

Is it polished? Sure. Is it a living document that will probably change weekly as I second-guess every choice? Also yes.

There’s a book page for The Mess That Made Them. There’s a bio where I try to sound like a person. There are links to essays, updates, and projects in motion. And eventually, there will probably be a newsletter, because I hear that’s what people do when they have something to say and a deep-seated fear of social media algorithms.

So if you're curious, or just want to see how a website looks when built by someone with equal parts sincerity and caffeine, it's up. I’m findable now. Sort of. Let’s call it a soft launch.

http://www.ryantpozzi.com/

Thanks for being here. Thanks for caring. Or for pretending to. Honestly, I’ll take either.