I found a hat on Snowdon. Two months later I was in the middle of Canada and I lost that hat. I often wake up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, wondering who owned the hat before me, and who might have found the hat after me. Maybe the hat has forever been lost and found by thousands of humans throughout time, travelling around the world. I am honoured to have been one of the hat-carrying vessels continuing it on its never-ending journey. Thank you, hat.