FOUND by Allison Lingua in New Haven, Connecticut
I found this in a Fantasy art book I got at the Goodwill. It was hidden in between the pages.
FOUND by Oscar in Morgantown, West Virginia
I was coming back home from school, and it was just laying there on the ground. I will look for them on campus, but I probably will not find them. People that happy do not stay long anywhere. They spread themselves thin and leave a piece of themselves in each one of us. This is my (our) piece.
FOUND by Ed Higgins in Malibu, California
Found this interesting note in a parking lot outside of an Indian restaurant. Was it discarded with no follow-up? Or, had Jill and Karen gotten together that very evening at the Indian restaurant? What not-quite-divorced-yet plans might have been set between these two?
FOUND by Travis in Baltimore, Maryland
Found in the gutter on Ramsay Street. I am most struck by the comment about the stove. It seems to say, “Look, I’m not really thrilled about the dope-shooting in my house, but I could live with it if you were just a little more conscientious about turning off the stove when you were done.” Some people are never satisfied. No doubt, if they did turn off the stove, “Me” would start complaining about the needles left lying around.
FOUND by Annette Dutro in Indianapolis, Indiana
My boyfriend and I found this tonight on the sidewalk outside a cool little gift shop, Silver in the City, on Massachusetts Avenue. I like that the author is equally distraught by Starbucks and the atomic bomb. And who could resist the twisted “Duck, Duck, Goose” imagery written on pretty floral paper?