I often post pieces here that I label as Fragments. I used to divide these fragments up into fiction and non-fiction, poetry and prose and label them here as such. However, such is the… well… fragmentary nature of these pieces that it is often hard to decide if they are fiction or non-fiction, or even occasionally poetry or prose, they are both and neither, all and none. Fiction and non-fiction and poetry and prose.
So, now they are labelled just as Fragments.
Consequently, if there is an ‘I’, a ‘me’ or somesuch in the piece, it should never be assumed that that person is me, or that the people, etc are real and the events depicted ever happened. On the other hand, it may all be true. Or, as is often the case, it may reside somewhere in that no-man’s land between the trenches of truth and fiction where we all seem to wander shell-shocked and confused, no longer knowing which side is which or who is really the enemy.
They are just half-completed semi-thoughts and observations that seemed important enough – for whatever reason – to write down at the time. If then they do have a purpose then it is as signposts, suggestions and ideas on the journey to somewhere, not final destinations, and should be best seen and understood in that spirit.