Year Eleven

Here we are and another year’s gone by. Not much comes to mind about this past year. Well, that’s not entirely true. I wasn’t around much for the first half of the year, but then I ate a cherry that saw me light up for a bit there. Its aftertaste has got me silent now, but restless. Or maybe it’s something else, who knows anymore. I still write, you just don’t see it.

As always, check out Dunno’s sister site as well, The Gallery of Me, which also has an Instagram account. Throes of Life, too.

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In its first years, I called Dunno a companion for my soul and a playground for my mind. I couldn’t describe it any better even after all these years.

I am still as lost as ever but at least I am not alone.