I found this in one of my old purses. My youngest wrote it to me. Apparently she hid it there with high hopes I would find it. It’s been at least a year and half since I used that purse. Sad.
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).
My husband was helping a good friend clean up an apartment one of his tenants had abandoned.
A friend found this in a classroom, presumably after a lecture on abnormal psychology (these are the five axes for the clinical diagnosis of psychological disorders) at University of Colorado at Colorado Springs.
I found this in the pocket of a pair of pants dropped off where I work (at a dry cleaner’s – we have to check all the pockets before the clothes go into the machines).
This note was found in a magazine (Men’s Health) that I found in a parking lot.
I found this on the sidewalk in front of a Christian-themed coffee shop.
I bought a used cell phone on eBay. As an unexpected bonus, it was still loaded with photos–a low-res slice of life from the previous owner. Popular themes include puppy love and ‘fro wigs.
Polaroid of baby with headphones from November of 1966 that I found in a thrift store.
I found this note written on Keebler stationary in the case of a Polaroid camera purchased at a flea market… Tampered brake lines, deception, heartbreak.