FOUND by Danielle M. at the supermarket in Orlando, FL
“While working at a grocery store we found what appears to be a teenage boys journal. Other pages contain short stories that are unfinished and extremely ridiculous, children’s book ideas, lists of things he wants, and randomly his social security number and 1 drawing.” -Danielle
FOUND by Sierra Polisar in Burtonsville, Maryland
This is a page of a journal left behind at a nature camp in the Shenandoah. There were so many journals without names being thrown into the trash on the last day. I spent hours reading through them.
FOUND by Amber Dawn in North Carolina
These pages are from a very ambitious, yet short-lived journal by a college student en route to Atlanta in a 15-person passenger van. Likely a Diversity function by a student organization, the point was to learn more about poverty by staying in a homeless shelter. I’m not sure if the last page was meant as a concluding sentence, but it seems a little abrupt when compared to all the exposition.
The author makes no mention of a date, nor does he note the duration of the trip. The journal has a copyright date of 1993, so my guess would be mid-to-late 90′s. In the first 3 pages, the author makes note of the other passengers’ activities en route: reading, sleeping, and quiet conversation. There’s no mention of cell phones, though he does describe the reggae music as “blaring through a little silver box.” I guess that could be anything from a transistor radio to a modern portable mp3 speaker.
I hope he became immersed in the experience and didn’t have time to write any more, as opposed to a more grim fate at the hands of an untrustworthy hobo.
FOUND by Burdett in Santa Barbara, California
I found this note in a book that turned out to be journal I got a few years ago. The house was very nice and in great neighborhood. Makes you realize that no matter what we have, we always have “needs.”
FOUND by Amy H. in a bookcase
My housemate and I found this in a journal after cleaning out a rental room. It predates our own residency in the house, but it’s truth lingers on. It was the only legible page in the whole journal.