Fragments and undisciplined pieces of art are the most wonderful. Perhaps due to the gestalt they compel us into, we have to fill the blanks. Which is a healthy thing, as it drags us into a wholeness which is mostly denied us - too many things are defined and ordered and pushes us out. As an anarchist, I can't be doing with this pinning down business. I prefer the process of imagining how things might have been or could be than attempting to determine how they are, especially as I am of the conviction that there is indeed essentially no such thing other than that which we imagine - or rather are encouraged to imagine.