FOUND by Donna Walker; Lutz, FL
The faint writing at the bottom of this photo says: “Wish I could have killed him.” I wonder who was the person who had this murderous thought. Is it one of these men, or the photographer? Did the writer want to kill the men or perhaps the pack horse? I guess we will never know.
Found by Matt Offer; Newcastle upon Tyne, UK
Found by Jason Northrup; Baltimore, MD
My girlfriend and I were out for a walk with friends we had not seen in almost a year. Our friends wanted to show us where they used to live and we spotted this note near their old front door. These seem like two very important objects. Was this a messy divorce? Feuding siblings? Mischievous teenagers? Who knows?
FOUND by Jeremy in St. Paul, MN
I found this lying in my driveway, all crumpled up in a ball in the snow. Its a wonder I even noticed it, as it was white on white. At first, I assumed that this was the abandoned start of something more substantial, but there’s something about the odd spacing between the words that makes me feel that this thought is intentionally concise and complete.
FOUND by Raquel; Hostel Lima, Peru
My last night in Peru after serving 2 years in the Peace Corps, I found this post-it on the door to my private hostel room. It was a poem in Italian about giving in to the fates. I got the gist of it with my rudimentary-level Italian. The message rung true on this, the closing of one chapter and beginning of another. A good sign in a time of transition. But using Google translate I was able to create a more coherent translation here: ”There was no more wind, there was no more night, there was no more sea. It came, and knowing where to go and that it was all destiny, I was open to it and to the interminable build up of time and the taste of surrendering to fate, knowing where to go and to reach for it.”