Fragments

“The town was paper, but the memories were not.”

Hey there!

Week is almost done and I am back with a new article full of overthinking (as usual). A few days ago we had Literature 2 at UNI again and my teacher gave me some good thoughts for an article again. It was kinda ordinary long lasting day and I was sitting in a full and overheated classroom, thinking about the way how to exit this warm room full of people who kinda hates me and my sarcastic talking and commenting all the things I want with no shame. Sometimes I think it’s too much, that I am arrogant for no particular reason, but on the other side I have one reason- I want. 🙂 and that’s what matters. As I was saying you can’t always be nice to people.

But back to the whole point of today. I was sitting there all tired and stuff and suddenly he started to talk about in fragments in literary works, and tbh that caught my attention. I have this weird ability to transform his words about theory in literature into something very similar related to life happenings, but on the other side very different, in the same way.

Our whole life is just a circle of series of fragments, if you think about it from the beginning. The whole day can be devided into fragments. You wake up, have breakfast, exercise or go for a walk, go to you school (job) which you hate and spend a day in this institution full of stress and negative energy till it comes to the end and you are leaving home completely exhausted, thinking about the purpose of this with a simple question in your mind: ,,Why?”  Kinda rethorical question but- you know why? Because that’s life. And there are also bad things but we have the ability to make them good- that’s the whole secret.

Not everytime it’s that bad as I said- there are also a good fragments in those shitty days. Having coffee with friends, talking to that person via phone because he is too far away to meet up with him, listen to good music, walk through the full town with headphones in my ears, suddenly not feeling that small as usually, taking pictures of people who don’t know I am doing it. So I decided to make a little series of photos (“fragments”) of this particular occasion- there are mostly a smear motion because I took them while walking- it would be weird if somebody stands in front of you and made picture just like that -_-”

So here it is, some of my friends, and also people I have never seen before:

couple in autumn  bike lady

bratislava by the dunaj 2   bratislava by the dunaj

lady on the wheelchair   Prague pedestrian zone

I walking   J

FU world   Mlyny people walking 12.11

M&S   M

S   smear night pedestrian zone

smeared family   T woods bikes

This section is called: WHEN NO ONE’S WATCHING.

Life is just full of fragments, full of memories, full of the particular moments which we will remember till the end of our life or forget them in the very minute it happened.
My teacher said one interesting thing about the fragments which we can also apply in the real life, this is kinda what he said: ,,Sometimes when you have only a fragment, it’s not necessary to have the “whole unit”. Sometimes only the piece of the whole thing is enough, because in conclusion you don’t really need the wholeness when you have the one piece that matters.”

It’s good how it is. Because sometimes life ends in the middle of sentence; you can’t even end the sentence and it’s over.
Thats why live with the fragments, enjoy them whether they are bad or good- but at least they are happening and that’s also some kind of progress in life.

N

P.s: This next section is called: Countless days and there will be some of fragments from my life, so THANK YOU big time for reading till the end 🙂

 hold me   leaves

late night car ride  hm

eyes

morning   sunset

bw only light   me

bubble

architecture   old drawing

underground

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4 thoughts on “Fragments

    1. Ďakujem veľmi pekne!! naozaj si to veľmi vážim, že si si našla čas na tento zdĺhavý kúsok, som rada, že sa ti páči. A hej, v škole každý týždeň vždy vo štvrtok cez Media class napíšem článok, aspoň nespím na lavici a urobím niečo produktívne! 😀

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