When we think about fragments, we often think about broken fragments with sharp edges. Those broken fragments are like new lives, fresh, shimmering, a bit piercing. Everyone has been a fragment like this, and then we all slowly pick up more fragments and become specks. Then thousands of these specks gather together, pressing each other, forming a collective will. And when these specks are spread out onto every street in the city, the collective will becomes fragments. You become powerless, and can no longer sing the chorus. You are still just a speck. What can a speck do, anyway?