Erskine Benjamin Hill may, in fact, be real, but that’s by no means a certainty.
EB Hill was born in the one of many Cambridges sometime in the 80s the day before a great storm. As a child, EB was a creative little guy, and a leader amongst nerds. In high school, he wasn’t voted as anything, but this was fine, as he drifted from the shadow of teenage-hood into the glory of a public university with brutalist charm. At university, he studied many books (mostly ones no one else cared about) and was a lieutenant in many zombie uprisings.
Upon graduating, EB decided the United States was no longer his scene and hopped across the pond to Spain, where he currently resides, writes, and has a grand old time thinking he’s going to do the Camino de Santiago, but really knowing he’s never going to so much as climb more than five flights of stairs (there are no elevators in Spain).
EB believes that digression is the best way to attack academic conjecture, that shambhala meditation is wicked sweet, and that a burger is not a burger unless it’s wrapped in bacon.
Email him for surreal academic discussion or disturbingly delicious recipe ideas.