Category: Personal

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

Abandoned frame on a street in New York City.

Framed

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

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

Your Day

This day is always so fun,  Another trip around the sun. You and loved ones celebrating together, Knowing you are not plastic and won’t last forever. But that doesn’t matter because today is about you, And now this trash is...Read More

The Last Straw

I was patient. I was kind. I was loyal. I was present. I was there... Now I'm gone... The last straw. Enough. Is enough. That's it. I'm gone. And so are you. More NYC Trash Stories: Bedroom, Clothes, Culture, Furniture, Food/Drinks, Personal, Pets, Tech, Trash Cans, Travel.]

Nine Lives

I gave you a home and a place to play, Knowing we'd have to move some day. You were my friend through a global disease, And you kept me sane during my lonely unease. And now we must go and...Read More

Technology Calling?

Listening is an important part of human communication. But sometimes we feel more connected to others via our technologies, which seems counterintuitive. Until we lose both. Lost headphones on 55th Street between 9th and 10th Avenues. listen close say what?...Read More
New York City bikes after the snow.

The Emotions of Snow

Snow in New York City is an emotional journey. Snowfall begins as a quiet, introspective experience, the white flakes wafting around buildings and cars like billions of dandelion seeds tethered to each other, silently settling down into windswept corners of...Read More