Chapter 11e

Of course, I must know why these things compile against me. There are pieces that miss and pieces that fit. Some of the pieces are mine and some aren't and some are just blank and I guess they could be anybody's but maybe they're just flipped upside down. Somewhere there are more pieces that are sitting in a nice pile, each consulting the other, wondering which of the mess would be plucked up first and which of these unlucky bastards would sit waiting in the jumbled array of lost pieces just for a chance to belong to a picture. In my thoughts I can see it there, that whole big completed picture is right in front of me, but it's all shrouded as if my eyes had somehow transformed it to a code. It's something subliminal, just a passing shadow, and hard to even see it for what it is but yes, I'm certain, certain that it's there.

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