For many years it was my job to think in terms of integrated wholes, building lectures into modules, modules into programmes, programmes into degree courses. Sentences had to become parts of chapters, chapters parts of sections, sections parts of books. Four years after leaving all that behind I realise that I’ve stopped thinking not just in that highly organised manner, but in any truly organised form at all. I have no reason, nor really any desire, to go back to creating degree courses or writing learned books, however, there is a long tradition in literary history of people thinking in fragments, from those who have simply kept a daily journal or anthologised fragments from the works of others, to great essay writers such as Montaigne, Hazlitt and Woolf. I have no pretensions to be able to either think or write as they did, but I do want to stop my brain atrophying, to fully appreciate the books, theatre performances and discussions with which I engage, to start to think again and the fragmentary nature of the blog seems like the perfect way to do that. I hope it proves to be the case.