I found this on First Avenue. It was nighttime and raining (of course). I think it captures some underlying discontent, or restlessness, or pointlessness that is detectable in this city where everything seems new.
My husband found this postcard crumpled up on the grass outside our house in the spring of 2000.
Found crumpled up on the sidewalk.
In the summer of 2003 I found this photo at S 180th and West Valley. The photo has a lot of indentations on the surface — it probably got run over by cars and/or foot traffic before I found it. I’ll let you do the interpretation.
This is the best thing I ever found. I found it outside a youth center in Seattle. I like to imagine young Matt taking hours laboring over this note. I’m not sure if you can tell, but the last rhyme was erased and rewritten many times. Ah…young love. Enjoy!
We found this in an empty parking space in a grocery store parking lot near the University of Washington.
Found in a shoebox of shelf brackets at a garage sale. I didn’t buy the brackets, but I confess to shoplifting the note after unfolding and reading it. I view it as a message of hope for hairy colorblind jackasses everywhere.
This note was folded up on the seat of the DC Metro. It appears to be written by an interesting kid…