Year Thirteen

*blows dust off keyboard*

Welp, here we are, thirteen years in. You wouldn’t know it from how much I’ve written in this past year, but yes, I assure you I am still alive. Or still breathing, at least.

I can’t say I wasn’t disappointed to see that last year I was hoping to write more in the future and I actually wrote less. Oh well, maybe this year. I dunno.

As always, check out Dunno’s sister site as well, The Gallery of Me, which also has an Instagram account. Throes of Life, too (even though Teodora and I have more or less given up on it).

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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.