Fragments, in their truest sense, can only be produced under conditions of absolute immanence, that is, as the incipient poetry of the intuition that I might well die in the next second.

That’s not to say that fragments, defined as bits of an unrealised whole, are not signs of exhaustion, but rather that the idea of wholeness leeches off an eschatologically commodified future.

Two types of fragment: decline-fragments (e.g., Beckett etc., symptom of exhaustion fetish), glory-fragments (e.g., Nietzsche and Kafka, symptom of joy, produced not because ‘there’s no time left for the future,’ but because the future isn’t fast enough for me).