i found a beautiful little round iron dome with a hole and flowers around the hole and oh i lost it again when i did the picture of mister in the arcane baseball cap and today it had migrated back into the pebbled invisible. 
i texted self what you lose is as important as what you make you find you lose again each time the wave recedes you plant your toes and weep with the sea. 
i stopped by a marm perusing books in the boxes outside the bookstore cool as i went to her last remaining box usurping her with a good morning unreturned and got the goods she certainly covets even now, implicating empire, the ralph nader reader, the practice of everyday life volume two. 
i went within to search for driftworks feeling doubt and hope and got a somewhat confusing but not hopeless reply from brad, it's not in the system yet that does not mean that it is not existant within the system. he's a bibliophilic philosopher and i act like i know, until one day i might, i know you want a positive answer he says and i say no really, i like your answer, it is positive. and i got two lyotards that don't contain a trace of driftworks but may entice me all the more in my search. 
it's the search that counts, and what you find, and lose, on the way.
then i thought, weighed down with all my findings, riding on the sidewalk of a one-way avenue to r., one day i won't appear.

and that is the strangest loss of all.