Stories are mosaics to me: Broken chunks and shards of time, experience, imagination, invention, learning, that I turn into a new image.
And a co-operative model might also be more sustainable than one in which lecturers donate shards of time, which risks being another example of our economy's insatiable need for free labour.
A slice of the country had lodged in my dad's brain, a bloody shard of time, but I knew only the sliver he talked about with us, and I confess that I was shocked when the place had an airport.
If they could also rent premises for a central London hub, persuade organisations to donate rooms for weekly seminars and workshops, and enlist academics, postgraduates and others to contribute "shards" of their time to lecturing, tutoring or mentoring, they would have something that looked very like a university.
I had to walk around with a cracked iPhone screen for five months before I could afford to get it fixed, cutting my fingers on frayed shards of glass every time I tried to check the weather.
Never do purple shards, it is a waste of time and you get bad items from it, such as epic wonders items.
You don't have to complete the purple shards, because they take a lot of time.
Taking the icy shards of four stories from different time periods, it melts them together and charts the things that link us and the legacies that we leave behind long after we have taken our last breath.
We look to it for clues about the continent's first inhabitants: native sites, holding shards of cultures that predate Charlemagne's time.
But a sly ars poetica, "Song of Man Chipping an Arrowhead," makes his case: Little children you will all go but the one you are hiding will fly The "little children" here are mortals too young to exist woefully in time, but also shards of flint that "go" in service of the core function of the stone.
The stories immediately collapse in the telling, little more than shards of tales, with all the key details obfuscated by the passing of time.
