Fragments

Every evening, as soon as my head touches the pillow, I crumble into pieces. Sometimes this feeling comes a little earlier and I carry myself like a bag of shards to the bed.… In the morning, all these particles are somehow magnetized and reassembled into one whole. But it's a little different than it was yesterday. There are feelings that some details are not quite in place. So it turns out that today's "me" is not the "me" that was yesterday.… I think many people have similar feelings. Global and local events, personal circumstances and problems cut us into pieces. It's like we're in a kaleidoscope.