Found this while cleaning out a respond-to-the-art journal in the Denver Art Museum. At first it made my blood run cold, but on reflection I suppose I can empathize with that buzz of heightened self-awareness that follows an experience that just might change everything (but before it actually has).
I’m pretty sure this is why my boss is no longer married.
Parked for a few hours in the evening on a residential street and came back to find this note stuck on the window of my car. By the way, I didn’t have a backpack, nor am I bald (or male).
I was looking for a place near the hotel that delivers pizza when I came across this in the hotel phonebook. I guess making a list like this would make me hungry, too.
Here’s a sad little note I found on the sidewalk at the foot of the Clay Wade Bailey Bridge.
Some kid at my high school was throwing this away and I grabbed it from them and ran off. I have no idea who they were and know no more about this letter then you do.
I saw this piece of paper on the street, at the intersection of Bivins & James Streets. It was early Sunday morning and I was walking the dog and picking up trash. I picked it up. The poem is written on the back of a portion of the wine list from some restaurant.
Found this on the sidewalk … the burn mark and the message don’t go together at all. I wonder what happened between them.
On the way to the movies, I spotted this sign on the side of the road. I had to come back a second time in order to pick it up. It wasn’t until then did I see that its lovely little message was sprawled on a Frank Sinatra album. Hope he got the rent.
Found this stuck to a page in the middle of a used book.