One of the things I love about fragments is their inherent ambiguity.
… the camera could lie after all. Proffering a fractional moment caught in time, with no sense of the before or after, nor all the things that made it so. A false imprint that cheated memory.
—Emylia Hall, The book of summers
looking up/looking down 
the power of the metonym?
yes 🙂 but I think it’s more than that… more openness, more uncertainty, perhaps