Fragments are never nothing more than something less.

Fragments are responsible for socks missing from the dryer.

Fragments leave us having to floss.

Fragments are less than the sum of their parts.

Fragments are what’s left on the floor when we finally get our act together.

Fragments are the square root of zero, plus just a smidgen.

Fragments are a life style.

Fragments contain fiber.

Fragments are what’s left when you square the circle.

Fragments are hangup calls.

Fragments are two people having never fallen in love.

Fragments fill the space in clothes that used to fit.

Fragments have long memories.

Fragments get underfoot (and like it there).

Fragments are the slivers people leave beneath your skin.

Fragments are the seek of hide-and-seek.

Fragments are a dime a dozen. Maybe less.

Fragments have rights.

Fragments are beyond good and evil.

Fragments sleep on their sides.

Fragments are not subject to curfew.

Fragments are the things you’ve left undone.

Fragments long to be whole.

Fragments insinuate.

Fragments tell the partial truth.

Fragments have no choice.

Fragments are the future.

Fragments leave you wanting.