Geograph - photograph every grid square

Where did you journey from, symbol of man's eternal battle to exist in the face of the vast, unfeeling universe? You did not ask to beach here on this blasted, alien shore, washed up amongst the detritus of a world that cares little about your fate. We are born, we exist but for a fleeting moment in the infinite span of time and then we go, who knows where? Like you, our future is uncertain, cast on the swirls and sweeps of the ceaseless tides of life, ebbing and receding down the years.
Oh for heaven's sake, Karl - it's just a washed up flip flop!