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.


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.

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