The hallway was empty, but I felt someone had been there. I wrote a sentence about it on the wall of my mind.

Welcome to Fragments. We’re truly glad you’re here. This space is yours—your headspace, your canvas, your quiet corner. Write what’s on your mind, read what others have shared, and let yourself wander through thoughts, memories, and ideas without judgment. Share freely, reflect deeply, and let the rhythm of your own words guide you. @Hannah Cardamone @Charles Kim @Febe Moss @Jennifer Teram @Nicholas Lawrence

share a fragment you wrote this week: ● A line you almost didn’t write ● Something unfinished ● A quiet observation you noticed Examples: I opened an old journal and the pages smelled like the year I stopped writing. I touched the words anyway. The hallway was empty, but I felt someone had been there. I wrote a sentence about it on the wall of my mind.

Pick one line from Monday’s fragment that stayed with you. Respond with a sentence, a memory, or a counter-witness. Examples: ● “The wind pushed the door open before I could” — reminds me of moments when life moves faster than I’m ready for. ● “Dust danced in the sunlight like it had waited decades for a visitor” — makes me think of the attic I never go into, where time waits in corners.

The wind pushed the door open before I could. Inside, dust danced in the sunlight like it had waited decades for a visitor.