"fragments without stories" is the name i used to give to isolated, evocative sentences that would pop into my head. even though each one depicted no more than a single moment, expression, or movement, each carried the weight of an entire invisible world with it. the implicit text remains unwritten - i think, in a way, they are complete just as they are.

this space will be storage for my writing and art and odd thoughts, as well as a little hobby for my spare time. also i will use it to house my contribution to the collective atlas of the internet, namely a mountainous collection of bookmarks.