they really aren't pieces of any one quilt regarding one person, say, quite content, easily content, actually and entirely sure that certain novel thoughts might be the diverse scraps of one of usβ perhaps they can comprise us yet
comprehend the larger totality, dear little value lies in discrete images seen in a lambent world, contriving to enlarge you, please you, as if that would interest anyoneβ well, there might still be a fewβin a strange art borne far too long, too much of it in pieces