Excerpt: "Clearly, this would be the most fitting way. As Zach prepares to cast away the only copy of his newly finished book, a hint of irony collides with rationale, not unlike the jarring force of a blunt rotten two-by-four striking the back of his head. Had creating been this easy since the beginning? Only a month earlier, he had begun writing what he considered a running tab on life's day-to-day discreetly disclosed secrets, but more importantly, desires. Now, the only copy of those captured realizations on the face of the planet lay in print beside him, the original file deleted from existence. Eyes fixated on the road, Zach continues down what is essentially barely more than a dirt path through the jungle, driving ever closer towards the sea. Perhaps it would seem somewhat more of a sorrowful event if it weren't for the whirlwind of fanciful ideas that were contained in the three-hundred pages of what seemed more like a journal than a novel. As it were, there was nothing Zach wished for more than to finish the deed at hand and get back to the new life he had started. Recollecting on the memories of the recent events that glimmered in the front of Zach's mind, the jeep comes to a stop and he dismounts from the door-less vehicle. Walking towards the coastline, he carefully tightens the lid on what closely resembles an awkwardly over-sized Mason jar. Inside are the pages of a book, rolled into a cylinder shape, securely tied with a red silk ribbon. Also part of the jar's contents is a handwritten note, which had been folded in half four times and tied to a fist-sized volcanic rock, using the same red ribbon. The note, which explains the story of the jars contents, was a last minute addition Zach felt necessary to include for whoever might find this impossibly intriguing collaboration of thoughts and observations. Upon reaching the edge, Zach rears back and launches the glass jar and its contents over the edge of the cliff, making sure to aim clear of the rocks below."