Found a notebook in a Denver coffee shop that changed my mind about 'found art'
I picked up a forgotten composition book last Tuesday (the cover had a faded sticker of a mountain). Inside, someone had sketched a different person every day for a month, with a tiny note about where they saw them, like 'woman on the 15 bus, humming.' Most folks online call this stuff genius, but honestly, it felt like a quiet invasion. The sketches were good, but the notes made it too personal, you know? Has anyone else felt weird about the private stuff we sometimes find?