It was lying in the hallway of an apartment building I was helping my brother move into.
I found a wad of folded up photographs on the ground while walking home. They were fairly aged, as though someone had been carying them around a long time in every kind of weather, really cherishing them and what they stood for.
I found this between two pallets on the warehouse floor of my workplace, on the back of a flyer for discounted health care.
I was walking around when I found this taped to an ATM. I quickly snagged it and put in my purse.
I think my boyfriend might have found this one for me, but neither of us can remember for sure. It’s charming, though.
My best friend accidentally booked us rooms at the wrong motel the night of her wedding. This was the first thing I saw, when closing the door.
I found this nailed to a telegraph pole on the corner of my street. It’s an intersection to a busy road, so the chances of lizard survival are fairly grim.
I was at my campus library browsing for books when I found this folded up inside one of them.
A crumpled sticky-note found in an upscale subdivision warns of an alien invasion, but carries undertones of class consciousness.
I am a teacher and one thing that I find amazing is the amount of paper waste that accumulates over the course of a day.