The next few posts will be dedicated to thinking broadly and narrowly about fragments, in every dimension possible. I am referring to fragments as units of prose composition, parts and wholes of an image, as cut out pieces of cinema, and so forth. The list is long but, of course, not endless. I do not want to spiral down into pure relativism and say that every can be a a fragment. No, clearly not. But, can anything become a fragment? That seems a different question, one that I do not attempt to answer here, for this piece is just a fragment of all that is to come on the subject.
Realism 