Fragments refuse obedience.
This artifact does not assemble a story—
it interrupts one.
Panels collapse into each other,
identities overlap,
time folds under pressure.
The imposed slashes cut through inherited myth,
not to destroy it,
but to expose its multiplicity.
Meaning does not live in any single image here—
it emerges in the collision,
in the friction between pieces,
in the refusal to resolve.
This is not nostalgia.
This is narrative under strain,
held together just long enough
to be seen.
With everything.
