A Happy Birthday Story With An Unhappy Ending
I found this a few months ago at a bus-stop. Apparently the staff do not understand that liquids don’t go in rice boxes.
I found this a few months ago at a bus-stop. Apparently the staff do not understand that liquids don’t go in rice boxes.
Found outside of a diner.
I’m guessing it was taken in the late ’60s and I couldn’t find any information about it besides a scrap of paper taped to it that read “Mung Dispenser.” That’s a whole lot of mung.
I found two signed copies of this note balled up on the New York-bound platform of the train station.
Found this on a lovely sunny evening, my very first find.
I recently read the book Eat, Pray, Love, having checked out the book from my local library. I found this note tucked into the jacket cover. The note struck a chord with me having had a crappy roommate my freshman year in college.
I found this in the back of a used Spanish textbook ordered on Amazon.com.
I was out walking my dog in the neighborhood during one of the first days of spring. We crossed the street and I saw this.
I found this folded up outside the Perth Art Gallery