So I get home the other day and find this note in an envelope on my front door. I work from home during the day and leave the blinds open in the front of the house to let light in.
My wife and I were sitting at an exit light off the Madison beltline when I noticed the title of this piece of paper that was sitting on the side of the road. I simply had to read it.
I found this note underneath of a pickup truck by a house around the corner from me.
I found this stuck to a window on the fifth floor of the Rutherford Library on the University of Alberta campus. It’s written on a post-it note. It kinda makes me wonder what exactly the campus 5-0 did to whomever wrote this.
I found the journal left by the printer in the computer lab of the design school during one of my many all nighters.
While exploring a cute little park, my friends and I found, attached to a bench, a notebook with a pen inside – a guestbook of sorts for the park. I was happy to find that someone had already ripped out this page and left it right under the notebook.
I found this at a Shell station in the middle of nowhere. I love how direct it is.
I found this on the ground in the parking lot of my apartments … the ending remarks are sweet.
Found on Halsted in Greek Town. Does Raid work on cops?
I think Found is a literary garage sale and the world is the garage! This was found as I was walking home from the movies. Was it written by a driver that was nabbed by traffic cops? Maybe the person thought the Denny’s employees should be fighting crime rather than serving eggs?