If you told me that somewhere between being created and today that I need to be whole, I would laugh. It is bold of us to assume that at some point, we will ever be whole; when as the day unfolds, we become undone by what humanity has become.

Fragments of violence slipping over the day-to-day. Fragments of wars destroying the yet-to-come. Fragments of hope that continue to resist. Fragments of memories, and when we come to a point of remembrance, we shall ask a question.

Why do we remember in fragments? Read Fragments through this link.