I must apologise, the work SOS the result of some playful musings on 
1: The recent discovery of a 17th or 18th century bottle found on the coast of Western Australia.
2: and all the insecurities that come up when undertaking a journey overseas, has stubbornly tended towards a certain existential theatricality.

"Where am I, or what? From what causes do I derive my existence, and to what condition shall I return ?... I am confounded with all these questions and begin to fancy myself in the most deplorable condition imaginable, inviron'd with the deepest darkness, and. utterly depriv'd of every member and faculty." A Treatise of Human Nature. David Hume.

Even the little watercolour illustration I painted hastily on the back of the message in the style of a south seas romantic,a deserted island, smoke rising ambiguously on the horizen, the bottle floating on an uncertain sea, a rescue attempt perhaps, fails.

Why is it that every bit of news I hear involves an aviation disaster or near miss?
If by chance the plane goes down I am aware that rescue would probably be impossible, though miracles do happen I suppose, I decided to put a message in a bottle just to let anybody who might find it, if it were to be found that is, know that here was a person who had contemplated the big issues.