I think that life happens in fragments. Why not writing? We may want structure and clear rules to
attempt to have our life make sense. The
rules of grammar may govern some portions of our stories.
But.
There is beauty in a fragment.
There is a story told in the pauses.
In the half-completed chase. In
the decisions that didn’t make practical sense.
Perhaps spellchecker highlighting in green is a compliment. What a positive color, right?
So let’s string all of our untidy fragments together and have a
real run-on sentence of a life, shall we?
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