EDIT!: I didn't get a single one back. :[

Started with cardboard left around for stencil making, ended up with 7 postcards of various, non-standard sizes. 6 had room for messages; the 7th was probably 3x3 inches so I took up all the space with my address.


A paragraph of text the was the result of a printer accident - it reads: "and sometimes i'd want to cry with the dark of it, the wrong in all of this that makes the so rarely punctuated silence between us so heavy-hollow. and sometimes when it's late or too early, i am trapped in that deep'ning nostalgia, wondering at the few really perfect times. how they joined us for dinner and, so quickly, fled to other booths. and i'd say the fault is on, or beneath, us both. the little lies we tell to skip around the ultimate truths, the earthquakes. but the tidal waves, they don't come. they may never come. or, they'll not come until our two continents have split with a most solid sharp-edged finality, no land bridge remaining, just the currents between us, filling crevasses with salt. and sometimes i'll wonder, "what will be the last thing i forget?" a hundred, thousand, million instances, long short or rolling in the infinite. which will remain the longest? which will go first? which have already departed? sometimes i am .. snuck upon by something that will jar and stir a rumbling. what i want to know, ultimately, seriously, most direly, is what keeps us tied to whichever continent we have, for now, called home. and sometimes i wonder if we'll always drift, or if i'll ever throw an anchor to your shore to stop the parting."


I left it on the F Market/Wharves Inbound, #1050 (the Philadelphia car). When I get off at Civic Center, the boy seated behind me reached for it so hopefully it will find its way back to 15th St.


The rest of the of the postcards are covered in Carson Ellis drawings and various quotes or things. All the images can be found on her website: http://www.littlelittlegreenhouse.blogspot.com . She's a really great illustrator, check her out if you get the chance. The text reads: "All this has happened before: all this shall happen again".


I left it on condiments portion of a hot dog cart at the four-way intersection of Stockton/Ellis/Fourth/Market after eating a delicious pretzel.


This one has no text - I forgot to print it out and didn't have the time this morning before work.


I left it in a Bay Guardian stand on the corner of Market and Castro, right outside Pottery Barn.


I thought I cropped this one in Lightroom but I guess not! Text reads: "To wait for letters inside, to sing sad songs, to lie awake all night staring at the ceiling is sweet but dangerous".


This is the last one I left, stuck between the wall and chair of a window seat on the M Outbound at Powell St. I felt really sketchy leaving this one because the girl sitting next to my was pretty obviously staring at me and for whatever reason I didn't want her to know what I was doing.


Another without text. It measured about 3x5 inches and had plenty of room on the opposite side for a message.


Left it on the counter at a Washington Mutual atm on the corner of Market and Kearny after depositing my pay check.


Birds! Again, no text. I believe this was the backdrop used on the Decemberists' Flight of the Mistle Thrush tour or somethingggg.


It was the first one I left, where I did all of my initial organizing. It's next to the SOUP sign.


This one was very, very small; no room for writing. I'm especially interested to see if this one makes it back to me as there's not much for the finder to do with it other than mail it.


I left it in a napkin dispenser in the Starbucks on 780 Market.

And that's it! I'll update as they return to me (if they do).