Wednesday, September 29, 2010 -m4w (Danbury gas station) So you came in out of the rain to do your paperwork and could only show me a few tats... I saw the scissors and would love to see the rest.Wednesday came and went. I am still waiting.
Messages in bottles, smoke signals, letters written in the sand; the modern equivalents are the funny, sad, beautiful, hopeful, hopeless, poetic posts on Missed Connections websites. Every day hundreds of strangers reach out to other strangers on the strength of a glance, a smile or a blue hat. Their messages have the lifespan of a butterfly. I'm trying to pin a few of them down.