FOUND by Keara Sexton in New Hampshire
I found this love letter next to a computer in my high school’s library.
FOUND by Dave Mcguire in Chicago, Illinois
Found a block from the Old Town School of Folk Music. Written on musical notation paper. Maybe this was an assignment for some sort of class on protest songs. There’s something to be said about avoiding moral arguments and getting straight to the point: war costs money, and I want the money instead.
FOUND by Chris Pusateri in Boulder, Colorado
I rescued this photo from the lobby of my apartment, where some wayward tenant had left it. An hour later, my landlord — an enormous Serb, who like many in our complex, doubles as a Buddhist — saw the picture. “This picture,” he said, “reminds me of something you would see in my country.” “In this picture,” I said, “I am the mule.” My landlord laughed. I continued, “You will notice that the old man who holds the reins also carries a riding crop. The mule is the most stubborn of animals, and the old man has learned that if the reins fail to move the mule, he can always resort to the quirt.” I looked at the picture some more. “But I can’t figure out who the old man is.” The landlord looked at me, and with his typical Serbian solemnity said, “You are both the mule and the old man.”