I found this book in a drawer at my desk. It claims it will change my life. I admit perusing it is interesting.
It's filled with tasks designed to spark soul searching. And perhaps I might gain insight and a certain mental freedom from societal norms if I completed them all.
But I'd rather admire the illustrations and just contemplate doing all the little things they prescribe to create a change of that magnitude.
The book mark I found inside does make an excellent point though.
The U.S. mint redesigned the tails side of the penny. Apparently this was announced awhile back and I missed it. Not that it's anything to cheer about. There is nothing better than looking at the image of the Lincoln Memorial on the penny and seeing the tiniest, faintest outline of Lincoln's statue. 
I found this guy stuck to one of the bathroom stalls at work. Normally the abundance of stickers on the stalls annoys me, but not him (or her, it kind of looks like a lady bear.) I would assume a child stuck it there, but I found it at the very top of the door, which is about five feet up. I think I might stick it somewhere else unexpected for a passerby to find.
I don't know if this counts as a found object. With determination someone coyly slid it inside a copy of When You Are Engulfed in Flames in a Las Vegas Barnes & Noble. It almost seems that the poem stumbled across me in the bargain books section, instead of the other way around. Unlike the sticker above, I don't think I'll ever pass it along. The poem hit me too hard (the way some poems often do) for me to let go. But I wish I had something equally stirring to leave in another book. I want to join the ranks and fight along side these guerilla operatives.
