Fragments.

'It's impossible to move, to live, to operate at any level without leaving traces, bits, seemingly meaningless fragments of personal information.'


William Gibson


Out and about today I came across the remains of a car accident. The car must have skidded off the road and into a ditch. All that was left were fragments of what had happened. A pad of A4 paper, the leaves of which had been blown like stepping stones across the field, a towel, two car mats, a magazine, a pen and a half empty bottle of juice. That and lots and lots of broken glass.