Every time I am reminded that the word “ponut” exists, and that I know what it refers to, I feel a wave of ineffable sadness, tinged with regret for my lost innocence, flow through me.

If you are ignorant of this word, the culture it comes from, and the things it’s exis implies, then I urge you, o wise follower: do not ask the internet for a definition of this word, lest you, too, mourn a few more drams of your lost innocence.