Hi , I'm Dufran

At one point along the river of time, I studied the grit of daily life with care, and searched patiently for the gold of meaning. I loved with all I had— then stripped love of its illusion, down to the biological. Still, I kept showing up for intimacy, without disappointment. I kept asking who I was, and who I wanted to become. I looked up to greatness, and respected the ordinary. I thought about power, elites, and service— and also about mice, cockroaches, and parasites. I thought—and knew that I was thinking. I won’t be a writer, or a poet. I just hope to be a living thing—one that feels existence, and longs to grow. Like geese leave a trace as they pass, this book gathers the fragments and crystallizations of a life before death— my small legacy after I’m gone. Of course, it’ll be buried,lost in the infinite dust of time and space. But if one day it’s uncovered, I hope it holds even a bit of value. I won’t live to see that future. The universe is too vast. I’m barely a speck. And so all I can do is keep trying to face my own existence with dignity, to feel it, nourish it, walk with it— and ride like a knight into the endless night of death.