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.
The title page from American Psycho complete with an endearing note to a former, but apparently still swooning lover.
I found this note stuffed into a vase at a thrift store.
My boyfriend and I were at an open house, and while we were exploring the attic, we found this to-do list taped to the door. We immediately snapped a picture. I can only imagine the trouble this kid has gotten himself into!
I picked up this folded yellow piece of paper on Harvard’s Campus. I unraveled the well considered folds to find this amazing note: short, sweet and to the point. I love how well-punctuated it is.
Found this on my walk to school. Wonder why the bear is so formally dressed, or what sort of “flushes” he’s offering.
I found this doodle littering a Boston red line subway train. I only hope that this guy actually exists somewhere.
I was walking to work on a rainy day and found this, soaking wet and covered in dirt on the side of the road. Obviously this five year old has the best handwriting ever.
A co-worker found this in his driveway one Sunday morning. I kept it because it’s so damned funny and disturbing. The simple call of “flaps” got us through several horrendous days.
I found this in a library book, drawn on a Post-it note.