Oh yeah - these neatly written throwaways just happen to be picked up at random. I've hardly ever found anything mildly amusing or publishable lying on the ground. I must be looking in the wrong place.

Ever since coming across this book, I’ve been obsessed. The hilarious, the horrifying, and the heart wrenching accounts of the wonders of everyday life, fresh from the streets where they were abandoned has struck some kind of cord with me, and now I frequent the Found Magazine website, have searched out back issues of Found Magazine, and am amassing my own collection of unique documents left by who knows who (Who IS Steve? one asks, and no answer is given). I can really say that this book has helped look at other people in a new light, giving me a new sense of empathy towards humanity. Everyone loves, everyone feels pain, and this collection provides a perfect way to view the human condition. ( )

Probably would have loved it, but there were too many entries that had handwriting that was too difficult to read. I got frustrated with that. ( )

This is a fascinating book. It is a collection of items that have been found and sent to the Found Magazine. Most of the items are notes and are hilarious! The first one, the one that started the whole thing, was a note left on his car but was meant for someone else. This is what it said, "Dear Mario, I f*&#ing hate you. You said you had to work then whys your car HERE at HER place?? You are a f*&#ing liar. I hate yu. I f*&#ing hate you. Amber P.S. Page me later" They do not know Mario and thought the letter hilarious (as do I) so they began collecting notes and other items that people have found. Like I said, most of them are hilarious, but some are a bit scary too! ( )

I think this is a much better collection than those goofy Post Secret books that always depress the hell out of me, but not by much. I'm not quite comfortable with this kind of voyerism because the people behind the clippings/droppings may never know someone else is reading their shopping list/love letter/intimate confession.
But, that said, my friend Hannah sent something in and I must confess that I do get a little thrill wondering if I ever passed the person who's clipping she sent in on the street.... ( )