Ayreen Anastas is often not exactly herself and thus feels fields of attraction pulling her to and away from that same self. She is not very good at getting to the heart of things nor does she trust words to do so for her. She often wonders, what is the meaning of a biography without a life. Her method is repetition without boredom. She slightly suffers from the English language, yet she intensely loves you and has little or no worries in letting you know. To write by fragments: the fragments are then so many little stones on the perimeter of an unrecognizable geometric figure: she spreads herself around: her whole little universe in crumbs; at the center, what?