Mothersday

Well lacking any inspiration lately (and the discipline to make the most remarkable entries) I might as well point you to some of the sites I regularly/so now and then visit. One of my favorites is Foundmagazine, 'a collection of love letters, birthday cards, kids' homework, to-do lists (love those, makes me feel less of a lost island of stagnancy knowing there is a whole archipelago out there!), ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, telephone bills, doodles - anything that gives a glimpse into someone else's life', many of them found on the street, an elevator, in a library book, your wallet, anywhere where it ended up, gotten lost or forgotten.
The picture above is the Find Of The Day, how appropriate, all sweet mummy words. Did she write back? I guess she did, some nice words of appreciation, posted or send with some fresh apple cake, and then neatly folded up, locked up in a plated box, thrown in a drawer or accidently (or not so, she could be a bitch after all) in the bin, still out there, perhaps...
*ps. Of course here is a whole past of making little notes by myself but thank god for a decade long lack of vivid thoughts and flamboyant expression i think i am quite safe. Still, may you find a small green notebook somewhere in Krabi Thailand (lost in a bar, where else), please be the gentleman/lady you are, have a sneak peep (random things anyway, email swaps) and return to sender, me.