The sudden absence of the contents of my back pocket.

Cleaning out your wallet is always an interesting trip down memorylane. You never know what you may uncover when it finally becomes too full of junk to close. Old movie tickets, receipts for clothes you don't even wear anymore, ATM receipts from wealthier days, receipts for entrances into national parks in other countries, ferry tickets from foreign cities, supermarket receipts providing evidence of the junk you've consumed. A fortune cookie note decreeing that 'You are a lover of words. One day you will write a book.' A note scribbled on the back of a receipt, the name of a song that I wanted to listen to again. In the coin puch, jingling with the Australian currency are a 1 cent piece from germany and a penny from america. Tiny, old and crumbling photographs, weary from being folded and refolded. Loyalty cards for every imaginable store, coffee shop, juice bar and cinema that clog every available corner of my wallet. It had begun to tear along the bottom seam and fray at the clasp. Far too frequently opened and therefore usually light. I don't even know how my ID and bank card fitted in. But here's something I know for certain - the fastest way to clean out your wallet? Loose the thing entirely.