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As a child I used to spend hours walking alone across fields just to get away.

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“Yes, but fragments of what?“

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wabi-sabi
(Japanese)
The beauty and appreciation of things imperfect and impermanent; accepting the flow of life.

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And here, on the outskirts of memory,

I look off again into that distance,

As if into a future,

Eric Pankey
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Sometimes I see something so moving I know I’m not supposed to linger… If you stay too long you wear out the wordless shock. Love it and trust it and leave.

Don Delillo – Underworld
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The desert — infinity, chaos, uncertainty, boredom, disappearance, solitude, silence.

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fragment

noun/ fraɡm(ə)nt/ a small part broken off or separated from something.
verb/ fraɡˈmɛnt/ break or cause to break into fragments.

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Beyond the horizon of language, thinking can go no further.

Andrew Hui
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A fragment ought to be entirely isolated from the surrounding world like a little work of art and complete in itself like a hedgehog.

Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel
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Whatever truth or meaning may be found lie in between the lines and behind the words.

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The heart has its reasons of which reason does not know.

Blaise Pascal
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All finite things are fragments, for they are nothing but pieces torn from infinity.

Andrew Hui
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Everything is in the process of changing into something else.

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The most creative, imaginative theory often betters art. It doesn’t have to be right or true to be beautiful.

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fluid/ fluːɪd/ noun

Not settled or stable; likely or able to change.

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In striving for truth we can sometimes discover a suitable fiction.

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Kim Chi

Am I drawn to the desert, the natural territory of disappearance, because my psyche yearns for my own disappearance?