Where do lost things go?

Everything that matters is lost.
All that is found, doesn't matter.

Strange.

Doesn't it make you wonder? That somewhere at some point you lost something. It was taken. By somebody or something. Can we ever retrieve what was lost?

Just a thought, I wanted to throw out there.

See what you can find.

I don't see beauty.

I see a chicken...

I see the word...

I see contemporary art.

I can't find anything else to look at.