I had a hoarded object that I had been given by someone, that I wanted to take to the edge of the shore where the horizon of the sea looks as though it falls off the edge... and throw it in, cast it off the "end of the world". However it wasn't meant to be. I lost the object when I dropped my bag upside down accidentally in a bar on New Years Eve... so now it lies lost somewhere in the world of drunken mistakes... soaking in the irony that I can never cast this memory away... or maybe in the knowledge that I am finding hard to grasp... that I am not supposed to let go just yet.