i am my parts, still scattered and somehow arranged in working order fingers scrabbling to sew the pieces together into this shambling, smiling mess
i am not the whole picture
i am the pixels, the sharp squares of almost-colour that mean nothing up close but look ordinary, lifelike and solid from far away
i am far away a million-pixel memory moving into the whole picture and fitting in just perfectly enough to fade into the horizon as the sum of my parts becomes just another spark trying to ignite a dormant soul