Category: Personal

The discarded personal items of New Yorkers tell the most intimate and often overlooked stories.

Stuffed monkey on New York City sidewalk

You Were Always Me

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I was once loved, And hugged every day. But everyone grew up, And forgot how to play. They kept me around, Because I reminded them of youth. But life kept going, And revealed a different truth. Money and power, Replaced...Read More
Wooden cane in a New York City street trash can.

Sphinx About It

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NYC is full of Greek mythology, you just have to look for it. You could visit the Met’s Sphinx of Hatshepsut, named after the female Egyptian pharaoh (1473–58 BCE), who gained museum-immortality through the sculpted body of a lion with...Read More
Abandoned washing machine on a New York City sidewalk.

Coming Clean

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What do people mean,  When they finally come clean? And wash their bed sheets into flags of surrender, While laundering their souls in a hot air blender? Life is a whirlwind measured by an invisible clock,  Mocked by the injustices...Read More
Abandoned frame on a street in New York City.

Framed

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Life was a broken wall Of random graffiti, Until you came With your frame. you are here And now there is focus On this chaos of bricks, Thanks to the context Of you. surrounded by gold above the hidden stairs...Read More

Enough

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I gave it my all, And life hit back. The colors of my dreams, Now faded into black. NYC bag gives up on life. Cruelty hit hard,  And things got rough. Now I’ve finally broken, I’ve had enough. end of...Read More