Frantumaglia

Define as a jumble of fragments

How suffering and pain is relayed through my lives

We collect thoughts shuttling back and forth in conversations, pieces of words vagabonding on the Internet, and specks floating high in the air.

Those fragments are an unstable scenery, a wisp of air, vapor, or waste gas.

They stretch out endlessly, brutally demonstrating to me their true and only inside.

They are accumulations over time, without the order of a story or novel. They are the feelings brought about by loss.

They are pains, desires, and fantasies that fumble and tumble in our hearts, enabling us to feel dizziness in head and bitterness in mouth. It is a kind of unspeakable bitterness to have all sorts of things mixed and churned up in mind just like floating residuals.