Friday 3 June: Let’s leave our thoughts in public spaces (on paper, post-it notes, sticky labels, with chalk…)

  • Jenny says:

    I saw a post-it note in work saying…’Its easy to moan about things, much harder to make things better’- wise words I think!

  • The Greenhouse Project says:

    We noticed post its around our building, not sure who they were from??? :-)

  • Emma S says:

    I woke up hearing men shouting loudly at each other in the street. The sun was shining and as I left for work I had an urge to leave a positive thought for people passing. It felt a bit naughty, even though it was on my wall!

    • Emma S says:

      My neighbour later said to me she thought someone had graffitied my gatepost. Then she read it and said, “Oh it must be Emma doing one of her tasks!”. She finds it very amusing.

  • Jodie Fisher says:

    I spotted some chalk messages on the pavement of Picton Road, one saying someone had won £1000 and another saying someone “walked this way”. I loved it!

  • Claire says:

    I went to Martin Mere today and I had a good opportunity to write something with chalk after the visit.

  • Karen Snook says:

    OMG can’t beleive I did that! I was so nervous I hate people thinking I’m pretentious even tho I am!!! It’s in Sefton Park in front of the old aviary. I wrote it big in coloured chalk: WE ARE BEAUTY, WE ARE TRUTH, WE ARE STARDUST, WE ARE GOLDEN + a heart with a flower in it. Hardly anyone saw me , then when I came round the corner there was a lady police. I know I wouldn’t have got done for it but they probably would have hassled me + I would have been soft. That was so cool thank you, I am still shaking… I hope it doesn’t rain…

    • Karen Snook says:

      PS: it’s an affirmation I say all the time but never tell it to anyone! I don’t know about you but it’s one of the best things I’ve ever done!

  • Tracy O'Connor says:

    I’ve learned a few things today; sticky Post-It notes are not actually that sticky, and cars and trains make for quite wobbly camera work on a mobile phone which explains the absence of pictures today. These revelations came about as I took today’s task on the road as I made my way back to Peterborough for a long overdue visit to the parentals, or as I prefer to call it, the Mothership.

    The opportunities to leave a trail of thoughts in my wake were somewhat restricted to the two taxi’s I took to and from the stations and the 10:52 Liverpool to Norwich train. My first note was left on the back of the driver’s seat in the Liverpool taxi which was inspired by a song on his radio; ‘Diana Ross said ”Do you know where you’re going to?’. So did this taxi driver. Coincidence?” I’d love to know if he’s had any responses from other passengers or whether it’s still there several hours later? Like most of the Coincidence Project tasks, the outcomes will remain a mystery.

    After a brief delay at the station caused by a drunk who was unwilling to get off the train after it pulled into the station, I chose to board the second carriage from an extensive choice of just the two, to find neither carriage had a spare seat in it. As I contemplated the possibility of spending four hours standing next to the toilet, I vented my disappointment onto a post-it and stuck it to the bathroom wall. ‘I paid £70 for my ticket, how much extra does it cost to get a seat?’

    I returned to the bathroom a little over an hour later (after I’d secured a seat) because I heard one elderly passenger asking another if she’d seen that post-it note in the toilet?! Their conversation led to a wider one among a group of strangers lucky enough to have table seats about the extortionate costs of everything these days.

    I went back to add another note to the mirror, ‘Have you lost weight? You look amazing!’, only to find that someone had added, ‘Too bloody right!’ to the original note in red pen! This made me intensely suspicious of the other passengers, who wrote it? It couldn’t have been the old lady, it definatley wasn’t written with a bingo dabber. Had others been for a pee and like me, emerged feeling a little grubbier for the experience and began looking for some sort of renegade-looking grafitti artist? I immediatley felt like a spy, an undercover cop or a secret millionaire without the millions. Were they looking at me? Apparently not, I find that looking like a nice girl means no-one suspects you of any mischief but it’s possible that the man in front of me with extensive dreadlocks was under scrutiny.

    It’s tricky to leave messages without being spotted in a confined space, but I managed to leave a few others. In seat 76 of carriage B, there is a message hidden on the pull down tray which reads, ‘Your seat has been warmed especially for you today by the bottom of a nice lady from Liverpool.’, while on the pull down tray of window-seat 54, another messgage reads ‘SMILE, and the carriage smiles with you. Guffaw on your mobile like the pin-striped man who sat next to me between Manchester and Sheffield, and you’re on your own.’

    Before the day is out I plan to leave a note for my folks to thank them for putting me up, feeding me, and suggest that their house may benefit from a little more chocolate.

  • julia says:

    I left a few messages on post-it notes around the office!

  • Laurence says:

    My first though left in a public space will be on-line. Just wanted to say thanks for everyone for making this project happen, it’s been fantastic so far and I can’t wait to see us all gathered for the exhibition on the 28th of June!