The Lost Place, doesn’t have chapters. It has figments.

Figments…
… are short, episodic, refractive, like dreams
… express wholes by being merely partial
… are allusive and elusive
… stand alone, yet are deeply implicated with one another
… lay at the grey edges that divide poetry from prose
… will be read quickly and forgotten, only to resurface again later, at the edge of memory
… can be compiled and reconfigured in any order, being more like circles (or bubbles) than lines
… accumulate, gaining weight and substance, like drifts of snow
… are the echoes you hear without the peal of a bell