Infinitely small and often alone, crushed by indifference, liquidated in the void, like wandering souls is the step of one who consciously suffers.“It is an age of fragments” writes V. Woolf (“How it Strikes a Contemporary” in Times Literary Supplement of April 5, 1923), cheap and discarded fragments like puzzle pieces that refuse to fit together because deluded of being able to carry out the … Continua a leggere Fragments