After experiencing something, a little piece is lost each time, or rather, it seems like periodically we cut ourselves into fragments, discarding this and that. The missing parts, the gaps, make it look tattered, but in reality, those pits and holes have just transformed into a different shape, merging with oneself. Sometimes it takes a long time to realize. At least now I know, I'll never assemble a perfect image, even if satisfied at this moment, the next second I might want to give up. But each piece is still worth collecting and cherishing, like the present.